‘Did you notice that couple? Him in the trousers that are too tight and her with the Radley handbag. Just went down the carriage. You must have seen them before.’ And then, leaning forward conspiratorially, ‘They are Train Lovers.’
“Eh? I’m sorry. What?”
‘Train lovers. They canoodle on the train.’
“Canoodle? Surely not. On the train?”
Imagine it! Canoodling. On a train.
‘Yes, they cuddle up when they get on. They always push past everyone to get a seat together; then he sits there stroking her leg as they talk, right at the top of her thigh.’
She unconsciously demonstrates on her own leg, glazing over slightly for a moment.
‘It’s horrible. And they kiss and cuddle. And she is so much younger than him. And he’s not much to look at.’
I had absolutely no idea who she was talking about.
“Are you sure they’re not together, together?”
‘Definitely. They always arrive separately at the station and at night get picked up in different cars.’
“I see.”
‘And I saw him in Tescos. Grocery shopping. With another woman. He saw me and obviously recognised me from the station and looked very sheepish. I tutted very loudly.’
Maybe this is a new service from the train company? Probably not Virgin I guess...
Posted by: Ian | Tuesday, 02 December 2008 at 06:56 PM