We're now approaching Stevenage where two man and one lady..... no two ladies join our carriage
The doors now tightly shut, the train pulls out and races fast along it's way to it's next destination
No train buddies...... I wasn't expecting to see anyone anyway, after all, this is not the usual time of meeting
So I guess I won't be seeing them until next year....... Twenty eleven..... Two thousand and eleven! The eleventh year of the twenty first century...... WOW!