Ghost Train

Work until 3pm, then off on the train to Edinburgh again. Drinks and early dinner with a friend on holiday from Austria.

Her first experience of haggis, to say nothing of Ardbeg and Glenlivet. She thought cider is non alcoholic. Not any more...

P works at the International Atomic Energy Agency these days and was curious about PM May’s willingness to push the nuclear button and incinerate us all. In fact her perspective on all international political issues was revealing. Having worked in Kabul for the UN, her thoughts on Bush and Blair are best not repeated.

I got the Ghost Train home. It’s the 21.08 to Dundee. Too late for sensible folks to get home. Too early for the party gang.

Being festival time, it was like the London Underground at rush hour.

Entertaining at times.

One respectable looking, late 50s couple (with a wee dog) couldn’t get normal seats, so took the jump seats by the doors close to me. About 10 minutes into the journey, she fell off. Narrowly missed the wee dug, but landed on its water bowl.

Being quite a “solid” lady and rather drunk, she couldn’t get up again. Dog looks at husband. Husband looks at dog. Well, hubbie had swallowed a few himself so it was left to another passenger (with muscles) to pour her back onto her seat.

Monday nights, eh.  

Made me think of this...sail away