BARMY MUSINGS by HERCULES GROUNDWATER

Hercules here –  make way for my rear!!

corridor-with-corbyn

CORRIDORS EH !!

Means something like a walkway in Spanish doesn’t it?

Not really where you want to be treated by a doctor is it?

Lots of politicos and journos apologetic or outraged aren’t they?

It’s a seasonal problem isn’t it?

Would it be sensible to build a sea defence to only cope with the average tide?

In all the jabbering I haven’t heard anyone say – HAVE ENOUGH HOSPITAL BEDS TO COPE WITH THE LIKELY MAXIMUM DEMAND.

Ok – there will be empty beds for much of the time, but so is my bed at home –

BUT IT IS THERE WHEN I NEED IT !!!

Talking of corridors –

I’M ON A TRAIN JOURNEY

Being a man of a certain size, I like to have plenty of space around me, and LOTS OF bumroom!

Yet here I am on a train, crammed into seat E4, with my laptop about to plummet off the tiny mini-perch that passes as a table.

Fellow travellers of all varieties with massive items of luggage pass to and fro along the central aisle. An incessant stream of nuisance, a constant threat to my fearless musing mind.

WHO DECIDED TO DITCH THE COMPARTMENT TRAIN?

Wasn’t it much more pleasant to be settled in a cosy womb-room with only 5 others?

There was the risk of actually having to talk to other people, but this was normally only when venturing abroad, away from the National British Nature Reserve.

Now it is like being stuck in the corridor ALL OF THE TIME.

This reminds me of my younger days of beat-ling around Europe when I would expect and accept this sort of discomfort. I would happily spend a journey standing in the corridor, musing in the passing landscape, while the locals who had nabbed all the seats enjoyed the compartments on the inevitably overcrowded trains.

Some trains even had little fold-down seats in the corridor. I remember sleeping laid out on the corridor of an overnight train to dream of looking up at a sky full of beautiful shining moons…..

As I awoke the moons transformed into a long line of bums squatting on the little seats above me….

These trains with the central walkway are A MENACE. I keep losing my  musings as the bubble is burst by people passing to go to the buffet, the toilet, to get on and off the train…..to just amble around…. And now HERE COMES THE FUCKING TEA TROLLEY!

I have to haul back my half cheek that is lolloping into the corridor.

Are we at York already?

I think I’ll pack in now… before I get to musing about  the train doors – who should operate them?

I’LL SAVE THAT FOR ANOTHER TIME!

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