"How much of human life is lost in waiting?"

None.

I had to wait at Gerrards Cross last night for a train back to London, and I found plenty to do.

I examined the CCTV cameras (there seemed to be a suspicious character wandering around).

I checked my new trainers were still looking cool (they were). And I soaked up the evening. Alone, at a small train station in Buckinghamshire.

Then the train arrived. I got on and headed back to the smoke, having wasted nothing.

Choo choo!

Ps. Serendipity calls: as I write this post I've just received an email alerting me to a new blog, written by Dave Wilding, from the train. Sounds right up my street, here's the link.

(This post was written by Paul H. Colman, friend to the home counties.)

Comments

[John Dodds]

Let the train take the strain.

[Hayes]

Nice Air Max Lites in that red and black colourway. Saw some on ebay the other day but settled for some red Air Max 1 87s, then I couldn't resist same classic in the black, red and gray colourway. Just the blue ones to get, now. OK, I'm stopping.

[Paul H. Colman]

Yeah, they are nice.

My favourite trainers ever, in fact.