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23/01/02 @ 8:05 p.m.
I’m off to Laura’s tomorrow, so I’m really looking forward to the seven hour train journey. Fingers crossed there’ll be some delays to slow me down, and a few screaming kids to pass the time. I’m hoping also to be put in the quiet coach again where I can’t use my phone or my minidisc, because that really helps the time drag. Also, I know it’s asking a bit much, but I’d like another chance to see a classic train toilet like I had last time – where the flush doesn’t work and you get to make eye contact with other people’s turds as you open the lid. I love dry-heaving at that kind of thing. I’d also really like some people to stare at me, because a guy on crutches is fascinating and I like to share the magic, and then a few nosey bastards to ask why my wrists are bandaged would be great. It wouldn’t be a train journey without that. Optimism: harder than it looks.
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