Now I'm a train person. I used to catch the bus into work and sample people's underarm deodorant each day. Now I get a seat, I get to read my book and I am entertained by the delightful sounds of 'sad train driver' and 'homey-G train man'. Saddest train driver announced each station as if he might just get off at that one and thrown himself under an oncoming train. I stared adding dialogue to his spiel "Wilston, Wilston station. This is a Roma street train stopping all stations to Roma street. I'm going to end it all, at Roma, Roma street station." Then we have the b-boy, who sounds like he should be sniffing solvents and tagging stuff under a bridge somewhere. "Fortitude Valley, dis is Fortitude Valley station. Anyone who wants to buy some weed, this is the best for you bro."
On a train theme, I have a babushka doll bag to give away to one lucky reader! (It's a little bag ... for a kid) I took a very, very long train trip in 2008. With my two best friends I travelled almost 8000km through Russia, Mongolia and into China. Boxed wine and instant soup all the way.
Lots of railway sleepers
In a little town called Sergiyev Posad we bought little babushka dolls. Beautifully painted and signed by the artist. Much nicer (and cheaper) than the ones in the main drag in Moscow.
Sergiyev Posad ... taken with my Lomo
Same town, as we walked back to catch the train back to Moscow
So to win this little bag (for a kiddo) just leave me a comment or retweet this post. I will draw a winner next week ... so get commenting and tweeting. Toot Toot.