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Nocturnal Trains
On last night's train home from Iron & Wine there was a girl sitting opposite. Nice looking lass.
A couple of stops later these two very drunk imbeciles got on, looking like the under nourished Mitchell Brothers.
One of them takes it upon themselves to chat this girl up. Or attempt to.
"Whaa's a gerd lookin' berd loike ye live in a shit'ole like Leewton?"
There's a Scottish guy sitting next to us. Reminds me of if Christian Bale in American Psycho had Leukemia. Anyway he says:
"Are ye alright. Er they both'rin ye?"
One of the fellas, say Grant, goes and sits opposite the Scottish guy asking if he has a problem, or attempting to.
"Are ya sayin' that I'm gerna rape er?"
The Scottish guy is not amused. With an accent like brooner's but fifty-seven times as hard he says
"Look I'm gonnae sit here and read my paper. Yer gonnae sit tae fuck over there"
The next stop the brothers grim get off at Borehamwood. Why am I not surprised? I knew they had no class.
Between Borehamwood and Radlett the Scottish guy and the girl start talking and within four minutes they are practically an item.
I love life