The train did its usual rumbling and tumbling, huffing and puffing, from Earls Court to Uxbridge this evening; and they were no more fickle than usual; getting us all off at Raynors Lane and we thought the train we got onto at Earls Court was going all the way to Uxbridge or so we were told anyway and there was even a sign on the train and an announcement at the station. These people, “old bean” are a law unto themselves!
Anyway, “the Blighty stint” is petering out; invigilating, marking and that is it next week and I will hang around because I get the full week’s wages! There was the new Guy Ritchie film this evening, the good coffee and a meeting with a friend and tomorrow I will be on a train that will be rumbling and tumbling and huffing and puffing again and into Leicester Square and off to the ‘Bar Italia’ and …A little bit of escapism can be and is being indulged in and, with a little bit of rumbling and tumbling, huffing and puffing, there is a world beyond the daily trot of the Trotskyist teacher and the one room with shower en suite in undulating Uxbridge.
The picture shows Baker Street station, which goes a way back to 1863. Now no wonder the trains huff and puff. If the 19th century was Britain’s and the 20th century America’s …. well ‘que serra’ but maybe the 21st will be China.’s