My life as a train track.

My life can be traced along the Fenchurch street-Shoeburyness line.
I was born in Plaistow, just a little way after the West Ham stop. East ham depot -I lived in EastHam till I was 11 (then we moved to Ilford- different train line, but poetic licence and all that.)I went to 6th Form at Upminster, and when I first started work I commuted from Upminster. Those were the days of the slam door trains. When we lived in EastHam we used to have family days out at Chalkwell, Mum thought it nicer than Southend. Steve and I first lived together in Westcliff. I worked in Southend for 14 years (this is getting scary now- how is all this time possible?)and we now live at the end of the line. As the next stop is the sea, perhaps we could get a little boat and row to Kent.

Weekend

After a very busy, super stressy week we've had a very lazy (well after essential cleaning chores - a week from hell does not mean that one lets one's standards slip)weekend. We watched The Lady Vanishes. I won't spoil for you if you haven't seen it - but do try and see it as you'll realise a lot of films pay homage to it. I love getting film references and at one point nearly peed myself with excitement. Steve and I like to play spot the character most likely to die - Steve got it right this time. You play it by shouting out "Dead meat!" when they're on the screen. That's why we tend to watch films at home, much more fun than the cinema where you have to keep quiet.
I've been to London quite a few times this week. I used to commute about 9 years ago and am amazed at the change of train etiquette. Some people treat the carriage as if it is their living room, music blaring and long, loud one sided telephone conversations. On a very rickety tube ride to South Kensington the girl sitting opposite me was applying mascara. I kept waiting for her to poke her eye out.