I'm looking to write more. Usually ends up either in the bin or forgotten. The logic is that Opuss might help me scribble and remember. That's the plan anyway. Criticism is my friend so if you read, please say what you think cause I'm open to it.
A visiting barrier operator told me that when people try and vault the barriers (a frequent occurrence), she'll open them whilst the person's in mid air so they end up flat on their face - true story.
The guy on the barriers was talking to a young lad about his ticket. "So you've been robbed?" asks my colleague. "What?" "You just told me someone stole your ticket so you had to get this one.
Best song lyric ever (I only wish I could tell you which song it was...): "I punched a lion in the throat.".
I quite enjoy standing at the barriers of the station sometimes. You really do meet all sorts of people, and the barrier staff don't mind an extra pair of hands being around.
(For the benefit of the reader, I work at a railway station in south west London and have decided that blogging the regular - and often peculiar - stories that occur might be a good way to expand my...
Denmark was behind her, a thin grey line on an ever-distant horizon. She looked back once and regretted it. That thin grey line held within itself everything she'd known, loved, and recently feared.