A budding director in our midst? or another whacko on our favourite form of public transport.

Thats Interesting...

 

Music: "Change (Part 1)" by Karnivool

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Dawning Comprehension.

OK. So I have realised that this blog has shifted its intentions slightly. It used to be an amusing take on observations of the train and its passengers. It seems to have evolved into something entirely different. It appears to be a list of complaints I have recently had about the train. And if this isnt amusing you. Im sorry. Ill try harder... Does anyone even read this?

Im Hungry.

Its cold, Its late, Im lazy and didnt pack myself any lunch so I havent eaten since breakfast and im starving! and your siting accross from me with a bag full of indian food. I LOVE INDIAN FOOD... but I hate you.

Dress ups anyone?

When I saw he was wearing a cape I was intruiged, when I saw the size of the globe dangling from his necklace I was perplexed, When i took note of his age however, I was confused. I did not know humans lived to be as old as this man. So I came to the conclusion, he was definatly a galapagos tortoise. Any questions can be
directed to someone else.

Terminal to sydney.

Everyone was wide eyed and panic stricken as I stepped over what I thought would be a funny addition to our blog. Turns out the kid wasnt napping in the aisle of the train. He was passed out or something. concerned onlookers called for ambulances as I thumbed through my copy of MX. Slightly begrudgingly as the train hadnt left the platform for 10 minutes. That was untill the man in the sky poked the cattle into a stampede announcing the train would not be leaving for a while and passengers should catch the train on the next platform. Begining a bumrush music festival goers would be proud to be a part of. Seriously dude get up ive got places to be. stop being a baby.

An Epping Good Holiday

I guess if you've never been to the wonderful land that is Australia you're not going to have the best idea of where to go. From this conundrum was born the profession of travel agent, but that's for another story.

There's something unsettling about people holidaying where you work/study. We get to epping station (our third train on the endless trip to uni) and for anyone who has ever been there you would know of its bleak, dull design that in no way warrants a photograph. A group of, lets call them out-of-towners, taking happy snaps in the epping tunnel?? I smell espionage.

So I guess this was a bad idea.

Silly us. We thought this was a good idea for a blog. seeing as we catch the train to university 4/5 days of the working week. Too bad we didnt realise we were about to encounter an obstacle that would ensure our almost inevitable demise. Mid semester break. Making catching the train a non event. However fear not fellow passengers. With a keen observational eye and some creative creativity we will attempt to keep the funny flowing and the facts to a minimum.

(Pub)lic Transport

Ok im sure anyone who has caught the train at least once has noticed what I'm talking about.

What is with people thinking it is ok to have their after work (or afternoon for those who prefer the endless weekend) drink on the train. Whether it be VB long neck or the hard Jack in a bag, these is always one of these boozers to be found somewhere on the train. THEN you have the morning drinkers

 who perhaps work as drunken test subjects and are merely preparing for work? Who am I to judge?

Either way there's a sign inside the train clearly telling them not to. I guess their just a little to 'blind' to notice.

Maybe Mum Was Right

You've heard the expression "never judge a book by its cover" well when riding the ringworm on rails back to the butthole of western sydney your constantly on your guard. so when scary people with scary clothes, scary hair and scary muscles sit behind you, you naturally start to become a little nervous. But when they begin to ponder the confusing world of astrophysics you naturally become a little confused... and a little more nervous. Have a become a prejudiced cynic? Perhaps. But I still have my wallet.

Surprise Package

A relatively chilly September, I came unprepared for what I was about to witness.

12:30 pm Central Station Toilets.

At last, work was done now to head back home for some play. 12 minutes till my train, plenty of time to do the pre-travel tinkle(for an hour's travel this is a must). As I walk in the station toilet...there it was, a man facing the mirror with his pants down, lower-body fully exposed his junk out in the open!

It was the first thing one would see the second they enter. This guy seems to be taking care of lower body hygiene...but seriously in open air public?! He appeared unfazed, aloof...not a hint of embarrassment from giggling passersby. Besides his members showing I noticed he was wearing a long jacket, almost like a trench-coat. Was he supposed to be one of those stereotypical flashers preparing for his show?

I went to an empty cubicle to do my business and wondered why couldn't this guy do the same. Overconfident or under the influence, one thing I gotta say, this guy's got some balls...and he's showing it to everyone!