hey, i am london bound on the 14.34 to kings cross, from the toon....

a good seat, with a table, facing forward - nobody sitting next to me....

then theres this oldish guy 2 seats ahead, his face obscured by the very pretty lady directly opposite me...

earlier in the journey, about half an hour in, the guard comes around punching tickets...... when he gets to the slightly obscured oldish guy (who had pushed past me on his way to his seat) - the guard asks him for his ticket..... and he pulls out a metro ticket (equivelent of a tube ticket for a local journey) - so the gurad laughs and obviously says the oldish guy has to buy a ticket for london - at the cost over over a hundred notes.......

wow.... this guy sounds a bit pissed, or definately not the full shilling..... he doesnt seem to get that he cant travel 300 miles on a local bus ticket....

he has a wad of cash, and tries to offer the guard a fiver, whi is patient, but now sounding more serious, there is talk of transport police......

so the guy, still not getting it has 10 tenners coaxed out of him 1 at a time from the guard.....

he give him a return.....



and now the old guy has just lit up........ puffing smoke with complete abandon into the lungs of all the slightly shocked and startled fellow journeyers.....

looks of aghast, whispers, hey! you cant smoke!

he is gone, in a different place, i kind of like him...... though very glad i am not married to him.

there goes another smoke ring........