On a train today, I'd forgotten about the school holidays and it was really crowded. In fact, the only place I could see that wasn't actually (God forbid!) sitting next to somebody were four seats and a table with only one person occupying it. Unfortunately, the occupant was a large, shaven-headed, heavily tattooed male who was sprawling over it like he wasn't really too keen on having company.
As I approached, wondering if I dared sit down by him, I spotted two empty seats just behind him. From this position I was daringly able to take a photo of his hands. I don't know what I'd have said if he'd caught me - "Sorry, I didn't realise they were your hands" or something.
His neck was quite interesting too, with at least two flags on it, one of them Scottish, I think.
I don't know if it was connected, but bad luck befell me on the journey home. You know how they always tell you to "Mind the gap", well, I didn't and my leg plunged into the nether world that exists betwixt train and platform. Ouch! I'm hobbling about like someone with a bad leg now and might have to have a day off work.
1 comment:
he wasn't coy with his hands resting them on top of the seat for all to see...and take photographs of
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