Riding the train to Osterley,
The cuffs of my shirt dig in,
Unsettled and weary of the
Unnatural position I was in.
This strange crisp shirt,
This odd little tie,
These awkward lapels,
These ankle biting shoes.
It was all very strange for me.
Was I wearing it right?
Did I look the part?
Or were my trousers too tight?
Around me were strangers,
Dressed for once, like me.
As if in solidarity
Of my very own journey.
I sat back and observed,
How that person was wearing his suit.
How that man was tying his shoes.
And I wondered If instead, I should have
Worn my black boots.
Tiring and terrifying,
This importance of appearance.
But this journey that I was on,
Oh, I loved that.
Thoughts on a train. Nice!
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Thanks 😀
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Very creative and from your heart.
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Thank you 😀
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Really like this, took me back to the day of going to my first ever job interview, by train to London.
I would have been 19.
I got the job!
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Yahoo 😀
Nerve wracking experience huh?
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It was a bit, I was lucky in that I knew a bit about the hobby/trade I was going to be in, but yep, sitting amongst a bunch of ‘suits’ all reading the newspaper or a book, no one talking to each other, no mobies etc in them days, Sony Walkman was cutting edge too, very few people had them at the time. Listening to cassette tapes on the train. What’s a cassette? My cars got a cassette player, next year or so it’ll officially be a classic ..
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Haha Walkman! I was around eleven when we last had a cassette player in the house.
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Reblogged this on Albion Yard and commented:
A train ride, took me back to the first day I was involved in the toy train ‘industry’. This was me, on the train to Kings Cross and first ever job interview to work in MRM at the cross. I got the job, some say from then on it was downhill all the way … https://norvenmunky.wordpress.com/2011/01/02/paradise-city/
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