Firstly, an apology. To the conductress of the arriva trains service from Sunderland to Newcastle late on Sunday night, I am sorry for what I said. You see, it had been such a lovely evening. The kind of evening where it seems like everyone in the world is friendly and kind and nothing will be bad ever again. Those station men being so friendly and telling us we could get on that train and get home more quickly only added to the glorious sense of everyone being in it together. And then you ruined that and made the world seem like a horrible, petty, unfriendly place again. Still, I shouldn’t have said what I said. I went a bit too far when I said that you personify everything that is wrong with the world. You do, though.
Secondly, an explanation. To the man sitting on the very front seat of the 12.27 metro home last Thursday. In case you were wondering, when I sat down next to you and said ‘hello!’ it wasn’t because I found you sexually attractive. What I really should have said was ‘hello! I love sitting at the front too! Especially when it’s dark. Have you ever seen a rat or a mouse in the tunnel? Me neither, but I hope I do one day.’ You looked at me suspiciously and I wondered what you thought my intentions were. Still, if you got off the metro and thought ‘Ha! I’ve still got it going on!’ that’s nice for you too.
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I saw a hedgehog once while sitting on a late night metro. Does that count? It made me sad though, they don't move as fast as rats.
It counts for cute points but not for danger points. Rats, unlike hedgehogs, are exciting and dangerous. And useful for travelling on (if you've shrunk to tiny and are a character in the The Box of Delights).
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