It happens to most railway men and women eventually. Be they ticket office clerks, platform staff, revenue inspectors. If you work on the trains for any length of time, there is little you can do to avoid it. Your turn will come. The railways, by their very nature, attract people who want to get from … Continue reading The Pyjama Lady
Perhaps the anonymous moniker of Mrs P is getting old and in need of a revamp. I liked the turn of phrase that came in Dana's comment, a post or two ago. Mysterious P is a much better name. Here's a photo that's a suitable attachment to the name. Will it stick? Probably not. Mrs … Continue reading Mysterious P
The photo was taken just a couple of months ago. Which is rather recent for a Throwback Thursday sort of photo. But the story behind it goes back thirteen years. To a time when Mrs P was just Miss P. We were just getting to know each other. And I did what any normal guy … Continue reading True Love Is….
About 9 months after I moved from London to Dorset in the mid 90s, I picked up a job at a Texaco petrol station about 8 miles from home. It was just something to do till I got something better. It turned out that the 'something better' was Mexico, nearly ten years later. I had … Continue reading The Dead of Night
This week is a week of anniversaries. Today marks two years since I started working with a train operator as a ticket office clerk. As far as I'm concerned, it's the best job in the world*. Why is this so? The pay is fantastic for the job I perform. But the pay is not why … Continue reading The Best Job In The World
Parts made in the United Kingdom and Mexico. Assembled in the United States of America. Hecho en 2008, in Bush's presidency. In what transpired to be the good old days. A one of a kind product, many borders crossed and still going strong nine years later. The seven year itch was met and passed without … Continue reading The Globalists
Bob the turtle, once a regular feature of this blog, died on Saturday 22nd April 2017. She had lunch in the warm spring sunshine of Mexico City and then quietly passed away. Cause of death? Life. Turtles are simple like that. Autopsies aren't really their thing. Bob and the gang had many turtlesque adventures which … Continue reading R.I.P. Bob
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