"I know what Paul would say, "Who's going to pay for it?" "
I feel like using the microphone function on this device to voice, "Listen to Paul! I don't, of course.
I have swapped the Priviledge Pass I bore as the dependent of a railwayman, for this journey undertaken so many times, for a Senior Railcard. Yes, but, as I often say, "I am only old on the outside!"
There is a cultured elderly couple sitting in front of me. Their accents and educated register give them away. A newspaper rustles and there's some comment about a number of Prime Ministers, some of whom the woman lists from memory.
"It's on the BBC " the gentleman says, and then, intriguingly goes on to bemoan the decline in moral standards today, to which the lady responds appreciatively with, "Nobody believes in hell and damnation any more!"
I am longing to ask what hell has to do with some of our most distinguished Prime Ministers, and even to add a commentary myself, but I am afraid the story might be too mundane, and the intrigue dispelled.
"No attempt to make it people friendly!" My travelling companion observes. I am now laying a bet with myself. Will she make one kind comment before Paddington? She has twenty-five minutes. I give myself long odds.