I want to try something different here today.
A few weeks ago, in the middle of August, I was taking the train down south. As usual I took the Highland Chieftain ((The Highland Chieftain is the only train from Perth which goes to Edinburgh and then directly onto the ECML and London. I like it because it means I don’t have to change, and I get to travel on an HST.)) but on this day it was delayed for 10 minutes before being allowed to enter Perth station. By the time I’d got on and travelled to York, we’d lost even more time and I missed my onward connection. Instead of catching my reserved direct train to Grantham, I would have to make alternative arrangements. Fortunately I’d prepared for such a possibility, and I knew that I could wait about 20 minutes and catch a train to Newark, and from there I could make my way to Grantham.
Without a reserved seat on these trains I would have to be quick about getting myself a seat. On the train from Newark I was the only one in my whole HST coach, but from York the 225 was packed. I found a seat in Coach H ((Half of which was the train shop.)) – an aisle seat of an airline-style pair (no table).
There was a very peculiar man across the aisle, a few rows ahead of me.
He was in the aisle seat of another airline-style pair, and he was facing me. We weren’t face to face but I could see him clearly. If the direction he was facing was 12 o’clock, I could see him from 2 o’clock. I didn’t get a picture (too weird), but I wanted to. Let me try to describe to you what I saw:
- This man was in his forties.
- He was white, looked British.
- He didn’t look retarded.
- His face was boney.
- He wore a royal blue jumper.
- On the left breast of that jumper was embroidered a 3-inch diameter picture of a black and white cat.
- He wore typical blue-jeans coloured jeans, mostly likely Tesco Value.
- He wore hiking boots – fabric-type, not leather.
- He had very bad teeth: discoloured, misaligned, pointed.
- He had an awful grin semi-permanently fixed on his face, revealing his very bad teeth and a lot of gum.
- His hairline was considerably receded, so he had shaved his head, leaving a short stubble of hair where it still grew.
- His face was clean shaven, totally.
- He wore sunglasses that looked like the wrap-around goggles that you wear at the orthodontist to shield your eyes from ultraviolet radiation used to set your brace cement. The CSI team wear similar ones. Like this, expect in black. Honestly.
- He had a really creepy vibe.
Sitting behind me was a mother with her little toddler daughter. This girl was being annoying, wandering in the aisle and touching stuff. At one point this girl touched me, and reflexively I recoiled from it. The man I’ve just described was watching and when he saw this scene unfold, he laughed. He laughed. His face cracked with glee and he let out an almost silent chuckle that lasted a good 10 seconds.
He’s the most peculiar person I’ve seen in a while.
It was future me. I thought that you could do with the entertainment.
Cheers mate. I appreciate it.