Train foreplay

February 21st, 2007

In my Caterham train to work this morning, while standing still at Clapham Junction :
“Good morning ladies and gentleman. We apologize for the delay, the train doesn’t seem to know where it is, and will therefor not open it’s doors”.
I could completely understand the train. I don’t always know where I am either.
(We stayed in [...]

A talk with Davy

February 10th, 2007

If an idea is worth having once …

Listen, this trip of yours …

The Magic Roundabout

and I am not exaggerating, but I think I have everything booked now for the Journey of a Lunatic.

The Journey of a Lunatic

February 7th, 2007

Right. I think I’ve actually overdone myself in madness this time. But I believe in that simple-twist-of-fate I was talking about even more now.
Let me tell you what my plan was - yesterday. Oh : long post alert.

Snow in London

View from my morning train …
What a pleasant surprise when I walked out of the door this morning. While I was expecting palm trees to be popping out of the ground soon, London is a bit white in stead. And it’s amazing to watch the differences between a city like Aarhus in [...]

Don’t mess with us

September 4th, 2006

The most annoying thing last Thursday was not the delay, it was the very rude traindriver. While things were very chaotic with lots of platform alterations and cancellations, I just wanted to doublecheck that the train I was in, in fact was the Caterham train. So I asked the traindriver, who passed me on his [...]

And it makes you wonder

August 30th, 2006

“Because of a fatality at Clapham Junction we are experiencing severe delays on all Southern train connections. We apologize for the inconvenience this may cause you”
It didn’t cause me any inconvenience, what is 2 hours delay on a life time. I just couldn’t stop thinking about the person being that fatality.

Trainpain II - a poem

July 25th, 2006

Trainpain II - a poem

Morningtrain

April 27th, 2006

Stationsign

“Is this today’s newspaper?” he asks, picking up my Metro from the seat beside me.
A young boy, 14-15 years, baseballcap, trainers, asks me politely.
“Is it yours?” he asks.
“Yes, but you’re welcome to read it.” Kids reading the newspaper, good thing, stimulate it.
“Oh, I’m sorry about that.” He gave me back the paper.
“No go on, no [...]

Trainpain - a poem

April 12th, 2006

Trainpain - a poem …

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