Choo Choo

25 July

We boarded the Weirdo Express to Liverpool amid the atypical assortment of nutcases one would associate with rail travel at 10.30am on a weekday; the teenage lad wearing eyeliner who keeps singing, out loud and out of tune, to his Ipod while graffiti-ing the back of the seat in front of him with various words for male genitalia; the creosoted, mini skirted, leopard printed 46 year old who is clearly Huyton’s answer to Nancy Del’Olio; the middle aged fella carrying a 1992 Kwik Save bag who keeps digging in his ear with a pencil and then sniffing the end.

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