On The Trains:
I've noticed a disturbing habit amongst train drivers (when they actually deign to take you anywhere) these days. I was sitting on the train at Partick the other day, when the train driver's American, (and, by virtue of the context) extremely camp voice came over the PA. He announced that this was the train to Motherwell, etc, and then drew our attention to the Emergency Safety Notices at the doors, suggesting that we should take "a few minutes to familiarise ourselves with them". There followed the distinctive laugh of fifteen jaded commuters who just want to get home.
Other business; there's a new dream, and I would probably call the person on the guestbook Andrew, on a hunch.
Cheers,
Derek.
PS. I 'ate you Butler.
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