The charm of rail travel


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As our train travels through the suburbs, it is often level with or above the bedrooms of row after row of ordinary houses. “They’re all made out of ticky-tacky and they all look just the same.” I always try to imagine what might go on in those bedrooms - what might be going on even as we pass. Does anyone else play this game, I wonder? I must admit I have never caught so much as a fleeting glimpse of a couple having sex in one of those suburban bedrooms, or of a woman dressing or undressing too close to the window. I mention this because Emma and I were reminiscing yesterday about a workmate of mine from the early days of our marriage. Ronnie Turner was a middle-aged bachelor who could be relied upon to lend me a fiver when we were skint (i.e. every Thursday - the day before payday). Almost every day, RT would entertain us by describing the sights he had seen on his way into work. It would seem that women would stand at their windows waiting for his bus to pass before easing their ample breasts into their bras. And couples having sex would time their climax to coincide with RT’s bus. Mind you, this guy also won the war in the desert virtually single-handed, and was on first-name terms with royalty.

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