Tuesday, 18 May 2010


You know those pictures of the people in India hanging out of train
doors and windows? At least there's a chance for air circulation in
there. Seriously.
You'd never know it was a cool spring day outside, one of the first
that might allow one to walk around in short sleeves. In here, it's
sweltering and all I can smell is the 3-piece-suited buttcrack in my
face and the pits adjacent. I'm pretty sure I'm giving back as good as
they are giving as well.
Two hours with no water and fetid air on a delayed train. I'm
contemplating offerings to the train gods. With one hand they giveth
and with another they taketh away. How I've missed you, British Summer

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