My train home was delayed at signals quarter of an hour while we waited for a freight train to get out of the way. The driver had to get out to ring the signal box to get the OK to proceed.
It is the first time in my life that I have ever fancied a train driver...
...she can't have been much more than eighteen. Or else I'm getting old.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Disturbing on two counts...
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Nice things,
public transport (sigh)
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I once fancied a station master (mistress?). It was in France, and she had woven wild flowers into the band of her station master's cap.
Stacey Jones? Was she wearing a cheeky peaked cap?
I always fancied being a train driver.
Sx
our postlady is pretty hot
Gadjo: there's a romance to that lacking in Northern Rail's corporate style.
Gareth: Stacey Jones! Peaked cap, jaunty angle.
Scarlet: there is something about a woman in uniform.
worm: I rest my case.
No no, you're not getting older, other people are definitely getting younger. I find that phenomenon happening a lot around here, too.
Hello and welcome, tattytiara! Thanks for the reassurance.
Was it the sight of the oily overalls that did it?
It was the peaked cap and tight blue serge trousers wot done it
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