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  • I'm sorry to announce that the 00:15 to Tonbridge will be severly delayed.
    All passengers wanting to use this service are advised to get the 00:10 to Dartford,
    and to change at London Bridge, where the connection can be made.

    I found myself standing in the waiting room on Platform 4.
    At London Bridge. Where the connection could be made.
    "How long will the train be?" I asked the guard.
    His response, "Who knows...we just wait for it."
    Informative.

    This is the time where night swings into morning.
    People get tetchy. They start thinking of home, being at home, sleeping.
    Not shivering in the waiting room on Platform 4.
    At London Bridge. Where the connection could be made.
    A women, mid 50s with over highlighted hair, is sitting on the bench, her eyes straining through her glasses as she reads her book.
    A man slumps on the grubby tiled floor, his arm around his guitar. He wears festival bracelets.
    A young Russian sounding couple bicker over what to buy in the vending machine.
    Two preppy Essex chaps walk past the waiting room window. They gorge on fistfuls of big mac, leaving a trail of french fries,
    before disgarding the paper bag carcasses.
    Not a drop of ketchup hits there stiff white collars. Impressive.
    The mood at Platform 4 is that of gloom.
    Sighs are frequent.
    Yet I am standing tall, smiling from ear to ear. Giddy inside.

    8:03pm at Charing Cross. Eyes, lips, hands. Its easy. Has it always been?
    Its raining, we walk quickly. He takes the lead.
    Cosmos and Whisky at Ronnie Scotts. Slick Chet Baker-esque band play live.
    I never see the stage.
    Glasses clink. Families are unwound. Ambitions are opened.
    Glasses clink. He gives me a CD.
    Woody Allen, Italy. Its easy.
    Its 23:45pm. It's late. He pays.
    Its raining, we walk quickly. He takes the lead.
    00:06am at Charing Cross. Eyes, lips, hands. It easy.

    The delayed 00:15 rolls into London Bridge at an unsightly hour.
    Everyone groans with relief. Tuts at the inconvenience.
    I am still smiling from ear to ear. Giddy inside.
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