After welcoming twenty-eleven at Dover Street bar we made our way through the West End of London. The city is full of 'waking dead',  something out of Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' walking aimlessly around in drunk stupor wishing each other 'Happy New Year!' We bump into several so call 'celebrities'....... two young men from JLS and a young woman from Sugar Babes to name a few.
I am now sat on the 17:27 from Finsbury Park station going home on the first day of the New Year
The carriage is quiet with only eight of us plus a baby. The baby is fast asleep resting it's sleepy head on it's mother's warm chest. The mother is also asleep
It's dark outside as the train draws close to it's first stop....... Stevenage where two commuters are replaced by two more
"This train is for Peterborough"..... followed by a guard's whistle, doors closing and off we go.
"The next station is Hitchin"....... Two more commuters step out into the cold night but no-one replaces them
Arlesey station is next......
Nothing excited here, just boring sleeping farts
The next stop is Biggleswade......... The carriage doors are tightly shut! No-one in nor out
Next station is Sandy and then St Neots where I say a
mental goodbye to my fellow commuters