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| Waiting for a train! |
My friend travelled up to the Wild North on the train from
Preston yesterday. Waiting on the station platform, I indulged in a spot of
people watching, a favourite occupation. Firstly, the long married couple; him,
trailing behind with an oversized suitcase as she marched ahead, giving
instructions. What a contrast to the
young,” loved up” pair, snuggled close on the bench seats, whispering
conspiratorially? And lounging “masterfully” against the hoardings were the
likely lads, eyeing up the young girls, giggling and preening, fully conscious
of the unsubtle, masculine attention as they headed off for an evening out in
Glasgow.
