In which Laz takes a late night train.

31 01 2011

Musing upon the world from my plastic London Midland train carriage my eyes accidently make contact with the Train Mentalist, who was storming up and down the train like a man with a demented plan.
This plan now deviated so he could sit across from me. Bugger.
But fear not, I have a cunning plan!
I cleverly shut my eyes and willed him away with my reality bending powers and by the time my train passed Cheddington there was nowt left of him but a crumpled copy of The Sun.
The Train Mentalist.

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