So I was a little behind earlier when I went to meet Weird Train Guy and get on “our” train. I arrived as the doors were closing and had to stand outside while the platform guys did their train connecting thing. You know how much I hate that.
Weird Train Guy was on the train making stupid faces at me, pretending to be asleep and waving me away as if I am some sort of street kid in Yemen or something. Weirdo.
So I finally got on the train and do you know what, I was actually quite pleased to see the silly old sod as it’s been a while what with all the snow issues and the Young Lady distractions and whatnot, there we were alone just me and my Weird Train Guy.
Weird Train Guy traverses the hills and valleys of Pluckley...
The Update:
Last week Weird Train Guy only took the train on Monday, Tuesday and Friday which explains why I didn’t see him. I did remind him that he violated the terms of our agreement by driving in to work in the snow, what with “all those pratts on the road without four-by-fours” and I asked him if he drove to work. He said he was off on Wednesday to take part in the shoot with all those other pie-munching gun-jockeys (more on this in a sec) but on Thursday he arrived at the station in the morning to find it buried under a tonne of snow, much like I did, but I didn’t bother getting there at ridiculous O’clock to find out like he probably dud.
He said that he started driving to work in his very expensive, flash and impeccably clean Landrover (apart from presumably the stinky dog smells) and the roads were terrible, so before he even made it as far as Ashford he called in to work (WTG actually used his mobile phone SHOCKER!) to tell them that the roads were bad and he’s not coming, only to be told by his boss that they were about to ring him to say not to bother anyway.
The Car Showroom that Weird Train Guy works at was closed for the day so he got a day off.
Lucky fuck, but then saying that I did get to go snowboarding as well that day.
There was some bad news too, not that I am overly emotional about it but his younger dog injured his “undercarriage” as WTG called it and cut himself, so is out of the hunting shooting thing next week. He said he will be ok though and proceeded to tell me the minutae of his efforts to clean the injured soldier and make him alright again. Also the older dog has a bad paw so his whole set of dogs that he uses to make money on the shoots are out of action for the next week or so.
What the hell will he do without his FREE pies, coffee, tea, soup and the lashings of money for playing silly buggers in the woods?
For once I asked him what the dogs were called and I thought it would be really funny names like fluffykins or Wuffle but in fact they are named:
Monty (as in Full Monty, so he says) and
Merlin.
Not funny or interesting or anything to take the piss out of disappointingly.
So that’s what WTG has been up to and I think this is the least funny post so far.
At least he is alive… which means this blog still has the right to exist.
For now.
My next post will be my 30TH post, so expect something truly awesome!
Weird Train Guy 