Wednesday, 6 October 2010


It appears that at least every third person on the train is suffering from a winter cold. Not surprising, considering that we are jammed in here like sardines. I'm composing a percussive symphony in my head from the sounds. It's a bit like "Stomp", but with phlegm. Hack hack, cough, cough. Sniff sniff. Haaaachooo. Hmm. Perhaps it's a bit more evocative of the Cell Block Tango from Chicago. "I told him if he snorted snot down his throat one more time... And he did."

I'm thinking of naming it "Coughcaphony". Other suggestions?

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