Look, I'm really sorry about this ...
a sort-of-editorial-but-not-really written on a train out of Waverley Station
My apologies if some of you have seen some of this before, albeit in a slightly
form, in various zine articles, letters and lavatory walls. I am, I'm afraid,
something of a magpie, a literary miser - I hate to waste anything, no matter
how inconsequential or worthless. And so this collection of ramblings, the Thoughts
of Chairman Dave, incorporate much that is recycled, little that is new, and
most that has accumulated in my notebook over the last year or so. Ah yes, the
Sitting opposite me is a young lad in his late teens. We exchanged a few pleasantries
as he got on, sorted out our luggage so asto afford maximum legroom, and settled
down to endure the journey. Ay that stage he probably thought I was quite normal.
I know I did.
And then I get out my notebook. A sudden spark of inspiration had just flashed
across my trerminals and I needed to commit it to paper immediately. But you
could see what he was thinking. Oh god, a train-spotter. Okay, so I've got the
notebook, and the glasses. And the digital watch. But honestly folks, do I really
look like a train-spotter?
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