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Jenny sat Clutching her bags To her chest Oppressed By the encroaching tangle Of arms, of legs, of heads As the train clanked To London Bridge.
Someone on the train just got a call on their mobile...
Someone on the train just got a call on their mobile...
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.
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved Descend to the depths if you will, down aged escalators and along cold tiled corridors.
Here I sit on the train once more. Facing an obnoxious bore. Self obsessed with profit and loss. Spouting his eternal dross. His colleagues roll there eyes and scoff. Wishing he'd just bugger off.
Ok so yesterday I had to get the bus from school on my own, simple for a normal social person. Not me.
Today I was sitting on a bus on the way home from college and a man had his wheelchair bulging with shopping, we went around a steep turn and 2 bottles of water fell out of one of the bags, the man...
It was midnight when I finally finished my work at the station. I was left with a huge pile of evidence that had to be looked through.
Last night I dreamt I went to San Francisco to visit friends (who actually live in Texas and really aren't my friends anymore).