Thursday, 22 October 2009

Quiet coach

I always head for the quiet coach on trains. I need the peace to read, write and think. A phone going off is a nuisance but I don’t make a fuss. Constant ringing drives me nuts. Thanks to the ‘Basingstoke’ guy who stepped up and told the black youth off. I was on the verge of doing my school ma’am impression, but for once didn’t need to.
Above is one I snapped (and defaced) earlier!

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