We live on a mountain // right at the top
It's funny how things just throw you off sometimes when you're still a bit sleepy.
I spent my morning commute reading the latest EDGE, an interesting article on the past/future performance of the Xbox 360 disappeared most of the journey. My friend James sat opposite me was reading too, his iPod on a little too loud - loud enough for me to hear Bjork's 'Hyperballad', sending me back years to the third cd I ever bought - Post. I remembered that the jacket she's wearing on the cover made her look like an airmail envelope. There was a cake tin and a broken calculator on the table in front of me, and I had to wonder what was in the tin. I imagined being stuck on a train in between stops, getting hungrier and hungrier - but worrying that the cake that was obviously in the tin was either A. a lie or B. a poisoned-by-terrorists-Al-Qaeda plot or C. just a crappy cake that no-one wanted or D. an unfortunately forgotten Women's Institute bake-off winning cake and somewhere Helen Mirren was rescuing her friend with an M&S Victoria Sponge or E. argh it's my station, I'd better get off nowwww!
Stumbling off the train at Beastly Eastleigh, I trundled through the surprise(!) ticket inspection, flashing my season ticket at the staff like a passport as I wandered by.
An announcement came over the tannoy: "Thee next train to arrive at platform one; is the oh-eight-forty-five to Lon-donn Waterlooo, calling at Winchesterr-"
And I just stopped dead. I don't know why it affected me, I just suddenly felt really lost and for a second - had no idea where I was. My heart did that little anxious skip it does when I have to put a jumble of tetris-piece-throughts together in my head really quickly or the stack will fill-
And I realised, that it's fine for an American to be reading out the platform information at a British train station! it might be a little out of the ordinary - but it's fiiiiiiine :D
EDIT THE FIRST: OM NOM NOM, just had my first ever Krispy Kreme doughnut. Wow.
I spent my morning commute reading the latest EDGE, an interesting article on the past/future performance of the Xbox 360 disappeared most of the journey. My friend James sat opposite me was reading too, his iPod on a little too loud - loud enough for me to hear Bjork's 'Hyperballad', sending me back years to the third cd I ever bought - Post. I remembered that the jacket she's wearing on the cover made her look like an airmail envelope. There was a cake tin and a broken calculator on the table in front of me, and I had to wonder what was in the tin. I imagined being stuck on a train in between stops, getting hungrier and hungrier - but worrying that the cake that was obviously in the tin was either A. a lie or B. a poisoned-by-terrorists-Al-Qaeda plot or C. just a crappy cake that no-one wanted or D. an unfortunately forgotten Women's Institute bake-off winning cake and somewhere Helen Mirren was rescuing her friend with an M&S Victoria Sponge or E. argh it's my station, I'd better get off nowwww!
Stumbling off the train at Beastly Eastleigh, I trundled through the surprise(!) ticket inspection, flashing my season ticket at the staff like a passport as I wandered by.
An announcement came over the tannoy: "Thee next train to arrive at platform one; is the oh-eight-forty-five to Lon-donn Waterlooo, calling at Winchesterr-"
And I just stopped dead. I don't know why it affected me, I just suddenly felt really lost and for a second - had no idea where I was. My heart did that little anxious skip it does when I have to put a jumble of tetris-piece-throughts together in my head really quickly or the stack will fill-
And I realised, that it's fine for an American to be reading out the platform information at a British train station! it might be a little out of the ordinary - but it's fiiiiiiine :D
EDIT THE FIRST: OM NOM NOM, just had my first ever Krispy Kreme doughnut. Wow.