Raf writes blogs on the train. Well at least once he has. Following his example (www.Tsuken.co.nz if I remember rightly) I thought perhaps I too could blog on the train. However the train is a very distracting place. To start with, I’m trying to stand up and balance with my guitar case standing on it’s end. Every time we corner I am pressed against by numbers of damp smelly people, steaming slightly from rain and with that drained peak hour stare indicating the work day is over and the brain has switched off. The tracks squeek and screatch in the tunnels and I am reminded of a nightmare I sometimes have about dying on a mortally rusted theme park roller coaster, the track bending and snapping with that familiar sound of metal on metal…
Luckily today I am not crammed against any apparent swine flu victims. Also, on today’s train there is thankfully not a mysterious drip falling from either the ceiling or the soaking wet very tall guy standing far too close for comfort.
In fact as the train goes on it begins to empty, and now there is room for me to fall over easier.
I can’t help but wonder if the people on the seats with their eyes closed are dozing while they wait for their stop, or have fallen asleep and missed their stop altogether.
Some people are reading magazines. Some newspapers. Some books. Some are playing with their blackberries, some have iPhones. Many wear earphones, one is wearing the anti-swine-flu facemask. I wonder if he is trying to avoid catching the flu, or already has it and is trying to keep it to himself. Maybe I should be wearing one too.
Oh here’s my stop!













