So to while away the hour, I popped it WH Smith
The usual garbage magazines, staring at me
I picked one up ( the name is so memorable that I can't remember it!)
Platform eight for the sixteen hundred to Peterborough comes up and after weaving through the crowd, I finally make it to my usual spot of enterance onto the train. Amazingly, there're several vacant seats
"Excuse me please"
"Thank you"
I'm now sat next to a slightly grey, slightly thinning haired man; hands clasped in front of him and eyes closed