The Visitor

Another normal day, another normal commute, and I’ve got my normal standing spot by the bin-seat, a useful substitute for when my legs start to give way should one of those very-rare, nearly-never-happen, but-when-they-do-they-take-ages delays occur. And as normal, there’s a latecomer making a desperate lunge for the closing door, having over-slept or poorly planned, … Continue reading The Visitor


The Race

The announcer's voice acts like a starting gun for the well-dressed, middle-aged, suited-and-booted office workers piling through the ticket barrier. 'Ladies & Gentlemen, the train now approaching platform one' On your marks. 'Is the 7.51 Chiltern Railways train' Get set 'To London Marylebone' GO! Isotonic sports coffee in hand, we take our marks. Peter the … Continue reading The Race