Train tales
I do miss the last train home after a night out, it’s all down to the entertainment value from people you don’t know and probably will never ever meet again. Last night, the whole carriage was playing I-spy for the first 15 minutes out of Manchester! Alas, there’s not too much you can spy in a train carriage when it’s pitch black outside… so I-spy then developed into Salsa Dancing! A couple of the women in the carriage were actually quite good! It’s a stroke of luck the huge luggage rack was missing by the doors so there was space for an impromptue dancefloor 
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