Hey, Such a Lovely Day...

Thursday, 19th September 1996

So there I was on the train, just popped out the earphones and settled down to me book, and this bloke sits down in the seat over the aisle. So I'm reading, it's chucking it down outside, and I can hear the familiar crackle of a walkman on on a train. This annoys me until I remember "oh hang on, I'm normally the annoying git playing his music too loud", so I carry on reading, and try to ignore it. But I can't, because it sounds familiar. I decide to play the Game and try to guess what this chap's listening to.

For non-consecutive split seconds I know what it is, but I can't pin it down, and we go Ruislip Manor, Ruislip ... Ickenham, and as we pull into Uxbridge the whole carriage goes quiet like it normally does as the commuting population prepare to rush the doors and I catch three crackly uninterrupted seconds of the music. It is familiar, very familiar; it's only the same bloody album I was listening to before I got me book out.

Don't tell me I don't need coffee in the morning.

B (Shorking Tite Again)

P.S. Apropos of nothing, watch NEVERWHERE tonight BBC2 9pm. There's a precis before it starts so you can catch up if you missed last week's.