ok commuter

18.11
I'm standing on the train platform and think to myself "why don't I write a blog about my wonderful journeys on London's public transport system?". I could regale info hungry readers with stories of marvellous happenings amongst the great and the good, that is to say the people of London who travel with me.
First let me mention one thing, I fucking hate public transport. Life's losers use public transport. If you are over 30 and still use public transport regularly (like me), it's game over, you've lost. You may have been someone but now your using buses and trains. You may be going somewhere in life but right now you're going somewhere very slowly. If all that matters is here and now, cash in your chips. When was the last time you went anywhere exciting using public transport? Usually when you're on a train your destination is deeply upsetting like work, an abattoir or a clown cemetery. When did you see anyone who was successful getting on a train? No carriages full of laughing, bejewelled families or dandies sipping champagne strutting confidently along the aisles. No your travelling partners are far more unsettling.
18.14
I board the train, it's an old Silverlink train, the interior is a mucky yellow with wonderfully sick inducing blue seat cushions. However my gloomy entrance is lifted by the by the idea of writing a blog about my hilarious observations on the human condition. Who will I observe? What characters will I be trapped with on this travelling zoo of the bizarre?
18.15
I sit down and quickly realise I'm the only person in the carriage. It's a good ten minutes until the next stop. Damn. What am I suppose to do now? One carriage down and I could have been surround by a crowd intriguing specimens. One carriage down I could be eavesdropping write now. Oh well, I'm committed to this might as well make the most of it, I could have started the blog when people got on the train but we would have missed my rantings about how I hate the tube and I liked that bit.
18.17
I spy a fire extinguisher on the wall. Correct me if I'm wrong but I'm not on a steam train, it's all electric, what's to catch fire here exactly? It's probably when we crash, everything catches fire went it crashes, law of physics or maybe chemistry, no, probably physics. Anyway I'm sure fires on trains have happened in the past so I'll go with it. But what a god awful day you'd be having if you had to use that extinguisher. Not only are you travelling on a train to a horrible destination but it crashes, not only does it crash but the bloody thing then catches fire. Awful business.
As my eyes wander up I see somebody has written on it in felt tip. Silverlink,it says, in block capitals. Good handwriting, must have been written by one of the rail people (as in the staff, not people who live on the track, although there's a thought...). He or she must have written it when the train was stationary, fucker of job trying to write in felt tip on a curved surface if the train was moving, I'd loose my temper in about five seconds of trying. But imagine if they did write it when the train was moving, now that's a skill. There must be jobs in the SAS for people like that, maybe I should e-mail Silverlink and tell them. Time will tell if I bother to do that.
18.24
Enough of this stupid extinguisher talk, the train has stopped and people are boarding, real live people god love them.