3412 days ago
It is 4.37 and I am just pondering whether to have a last cigarette or to head straight onto the 4.47 from Temple Meads. I stand in the area in front of the ticket booths pondering when a petite young Chinese woman wanders up. Er…uh, a hit person from AIM fraud Jiasen?
She opens her wallet and shows me a ticket to London. “Where go?” she says. Follow me say I beckoning as I walk towards and through the ticket barriers and point to the train on platform 3 just the other side.
She follows. As I wander up towards my normal seat in coach F (a full desk next to the coffee bar) I hear the pitter patter of tiny footsteps. I climb on board in coach F and wander to my seat on the deserted train. The following continues. The normal solitude of my journey which lasts until Didcot, when the train fills up, is today broken. Follow me was an instruction followed literally for the little lady now sits directly in front of me.
Maybe she is a Jiasen hit person after all and is waiting to do her job when – in a few minutes – I head off for a coffee?
3971 days ago
The man on the other side of the aisle on the 4.47 AM from Bristol is drinking a cup of coffee. I lie, he is not drinking, but slurping it down very loudly and in excruciatingly painful small slurps. This torture has lasted from a few minutes before Didcot almost through to Reading. I imagine that an ill-mannered warthog drinking a Great First Western latte would sound similar. I find it very annoying.
We have special “quiet carriages” on this train and there is also an entertainment carriage. Could First Great Western perhaps introduce a couple of “No slurping your drinks like a warthog” carriages? I would be truly grateful.
