Once, I queued for hours at New Delhi main station to get a ticket that did nothing more than give me permission to go-stand in another queue (also for hours). After nearly a full day of queueing, I got my ticket. To be fair, after that, the service was excellent.
Once, in China, I had to pick may way over a carpet of sleeping bodies at the entrance hall of Kaifeng Station in Henan province, only to be herded into a pen and rushed along by people in military uniforms and loud hailers, in a scene reminiscent the ‘The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas’.
Once, in Sri Lanka, I took a ten hour train journey to go seventy miles. There was no water on offer and the only sustenance I had was a bag of nuts that I bought from a woman on the platform, at one of the many stations. Soldiers patrolled the train (basically ,kids with rifles) and when I got to my destination there were no street lights on because there was a curfew in operation.
And what does Corbyn do? Makes a bullshit video about bullshit full carriages.
Currently being written and re-written, typed and re-typed.
Having one of those prolific spells.
Better than the soporific spells.
There’s a new section coming entitled: Passion Poetry.
It is what it is, no more, and no less.
It references no-one in particular and should be considered purely as art for art’s sake.
This Friday 15th April.
Send to: firstname.lastname@example.org
This magazine should reflect the views of native Wintonians, and not some flat – vowelled northern so-and-so that invited himself down here and tried to take over.
And on the subject of the arse-end of the country, I hope to be back from there soon.
Stuff to do up here.
Still writing though – hope you are.
Lovely morning here in Yorkshire.
And I saw things last night you have little chance of seeing in Winchester.
1. Seriously good band, with talents way beyond their age. Check out Killer Joules on FB.
2. Ethnic minorities.
Just realised…. it’s been done before.
Hate it when that happens.
A slightly emotional farewell.
But all done now.
That chap can write. Currently reading Humboldts Gift.
A proper tour de force, as the lit-crits like to say.