06:22 :- Daily Travel Diary Of A Kent To London NL Commuter

U dis guy, sha no kill urself .
My south eastern train journey is always packed with mean looking peeps. I need me some fun as well bro. any suggestions? 

Roflmao - Todays account is by far the most interesting. I'm looking forward to reading tommorrow's happenings. 

@Poster

You no get work. If you get work, you no go get time dey look people for train talkless of writting about them, I think you clean the trains rather than travel on them.

Thanx, if you actually engaged your brain before talking, you would have noticed that people actually use the trains to get to work and whether i'm a train cleaner or not, at least am earning a living which on its own ought to be applauded.

interesting things happen 4 London trains, two drunken women pass out on a friday night giving commuters free show,

travel diary indeed!

@ Kenny_G
Where Art Thou? No new gist?

why not, normal service will resume on Monday,

•   ‘Deola and I have met twice in that period once when I went up to Manchester on a business trip and last weekend when she came over to spend the weekend. We have also spent several hours on the phone and online, so I’ll leave you all to draw your conclusions as to the state of “Our Union”.
•   Miss S (Rachael) has spent the last week working out of the Bristol office; despite my growing concerns about the longevity of the relationship i have to admit that I really like her and to make matters worse she has been hinting in a rather subtle way that maybe we should take the relationship a step further.
•   My dilemma over the two women still exists and I have now reached a point where I have to make a decision or ………,

Week 5   

Day 1 (261009):
05:33: I’m awakened by the bright light penetrating my room curtain, and almost instinctively I’m jolted by the thought that I have overslept. A quick glance at my bedside clock and I realise I haven’t as the clock went an hour behind 24 hours ago.
The thought of indulging myself for another 30minutes was proving irresistible until I remember I need to renew my Travel Ticket again!

06:10: En-route to the station, I’m forced to navigate through the several barriers put up in the latest road work, well the millionth of the year! As I walked pass Mr & Mrs Ola (well not real name), I was attracted by the strange sound emanating from their 1st floor road-side room. The indubitable sound of a woman enjoying the pleasure  of “well you know what”; I cant help but wait a few minutes to savour the occasion until her “wave-like” moan was beginning to arouse me and worse still the “gbeborun” mama walking past gave me that funny look “like what are you standing there for”.
I reluctantly moved on now racing as I need to make up the wasted minutes.
A few minutes later, I leave the ticket office grumpy at the exploitative cost of train ticket, and while I was still seething I had a timely reminder that come January 1st 2010 the price will go even higher, that just made my day!

06:22: The train arrives on time and for the 1st time in weeks was actually looking forward to the on-board drama.
Miss S is still away in Bristol, so I decide to occupy the carriage nearest to the station entrance, as the train door light comes on this couple whilst jostling to get in ahead of me are reluctant to open the door, feeling like swearing at her (well, u can tell I’m still pissed off by the train fare and the fact that I’ve managed to spend most of my salary on bills and what have you in just 2 days) I eventually let her in only to see her and her man monopolise a three-seater. The woman probably from one of the French-speaking African countries (well I guessed judging from her accent and the language they converse in from time to time) always gets on my nerve, perhaps its more to do with her arrogant pose, or the fact that I just don’t find her attractive!

06:27: Having managed to find myself an aisle seat on my favourite 3-seater, I couldn’t help but notice a girl who later turned out to be a naija sat across the aisle from me. She had a chemistry text book opened to what looked like “Organic Chemistry- Naphtalenes”, she flicked through a few pages, then picked up her phone called a friend, sent a text message then fiddled with the phone some more. All this while the Alkanes and Alkenes sitting on her laps were being ignored; “layabout”. As the train is about to pull out of the latest stop, the sight of this woman running frantically in a bid to catch the train before it leaves was too exciting to ignore. Her high-heeled shoe must have woken up the whole of Greenwich, lol yet the train driver who I guessed must have noted her efforts pulled out of the station without her.

 
06:32: The naija girl eventually gets off at London Bridge but not after swapping her chemistry text for the Holy Bible…lol
The departing crew at London Bridge was soon replaced by another set of commuters and while most of then were happy to stand for the 7 minutes or so trip into Charing Cross, one particular woman decided to ease her legs and opted to use the seat the naija girl vacated; the only problem was that the seat was now occupied by the bag of the lady sat next to miss naija. And the polite plea to have it moved was met with a grumpy dismissive look from the lady, “In your own time love, no rush”, the standing lady muttered derisively. Her comment drew a disgusted look from the lady moving the bag; unfortunately they didn’t take things further…

As we approach Charing cross, my thoughts wander back to the weekend I had with ‘Deola and the imminent return of Miss S, since her absence I have met with ‘Deola twice, and its safe to say that the pendulum appears to have shifted 65:35 in favour of ‘Deola. Yet who can ignore the effect Miss S’s presence would have, perhaps her return on Wednesday will re-ignite things, or maybe I actually underestimated my feelings for ‘Deola. Well the coming days will tell.
For the time-being I pick up my copy of London Metro as I head to Subway for my brekkie…






06:15: I leave home buoyed by the flurry of saucy text messages ‘Deola and I had sent to each other the previous night. The appearance of the early morning sunlight in what is now officially autumn, the sound of incoming text messages as I switched on my phone was enough to lift my spirit in the light of the news I heard just before I went to bed last night.
“Uncle O”, as we often called him had called me to thank him for my commiserative message in the aftermath of what can only be described as a “double tragedy”. His wife’s cousin was murdered by his brother-in-law in front of his kids before taking his own life; the news jolted me as I know the family very well including the deceased and her husband.
That news put an end to the nigh 2 hours of saucy texting between ‘Deola and I and as I bid her goodnight she made it clear that even when I switched off my phone she wont stop texting me until she fell asleep.
The beeping sound of incoming text messages kept going until I reached the station, 26 messages! What tariff is she on!


06:22: The train is delayed by 2 minutes giving me more time to indulge in some more naughty messages, the other commuters must be wondering why I’m smiling to myself with my coat now fully draped over my crouch area….lol
I barely replied Rita’s greetings no thanks to my preoccupation with the phone message.
The train eventually arrives and sadly I had to stop browsing, after all Wouldn’t want the guy sat next to me in on the fun. That said, the guy was enjoying his own stuff, with his eyes firmly fixed on the Page 3 Girl of the Sun Newspaper, I have to say the sight of her breasts tortured me big time. Her succulent firm breasts coupled with the pointed nipple meant the guy and I spent much time on a page which had nothing newsworthy on it…lol

06:30: The train pulls into the next stop and I took the opportunity to reply ‘Deola’s messages. One thing I quite often enjoy at train stations is sight of people running to make the train even when they see the door shutting, the disappointment on their faces when they realise “Its Over”  I have always found interesting although not in a sinister way.
As I revel in the disappointment of this well-suited up man, Zoe walks up and asks to use the spare seat next to me. Zoe, is a 27-year old woman, who works in Fund Management at Bank Of New York; we met through a mutual friend of mine Joe, a Ghanaian guy I did my MSc with. She is a self-confessed IT girl who would shag any man without giving it a 2nd thought. She often said she has money and as such she is prepared to play the game big time. The first meeting with her was last year at the behest of Joe,   once we’d had a few bottles she openly talked about her sexual escapades.
We exchange greetings and I ask how she is and curiously but regrettably what she had been up to lately.
She proceeded to tell me what a blinding weekend she had and how she was so drunk she fell asleep at the entrance of Charing Cross station at midnight. Still reeling from the shock of that revelation, she went on to tell me how she is “playing” her boss by meeting him for sex three nights in a row near Charlton Park.  Her story soon drew the attention of this middle aged woman sat opposite us and if only looks could kill…

06:35: I finally managed to heave a sigh of relieve as she alights from the train at London Bridge, not because I wasn’t enjoying her story but the attention her story was generating was really not to my liking, and oooh there was this fine looking girl I had seen a few times but never really had the chance to chat with. I quickly avail myself of the opportunity presented to me and change seats. The smell of her perfume reminded me of “someone”, knowing that baring any delays between London Bridge and Charing Cross,  I have just 7 minutes to “Kill the Deal”;  I greeted her and just as she was about to reply her phone went off, the male voice on the other end deflated any hope I had of  toasting her, and her “I love you too” departing words as she ended the call put paid to any intentions I had.
I was expecting her to respond to my greeting; instead she kept a straight face while looking outside the window. It then dawned on me that Miss S is back to work on Thursday, and  if I persisted with this woman what if she finds out about Miss S? I interrupted her again and asked why she preferred the dull scenery of Waterloo train station to my charming face this early morning, and voila, that did the trick as she burst into laughter, and who told you I don’t prefer the scenery? She asked. Well you do know what they say about Britain and its autumn weather don’t you, I asked. So I’d advice you to savour this moment, at least I’m guaranteed to lighten up your day…. Were my closing lines as we arrived at the terminal. We soon parted but not before we introduced ourselves,  she soon went underground to get her connecting train.
As I headed across the station to Subway, I couldn’t help but wonder if she is up for a bit on the side.
And oh, I can tell you that from her name she is from the Ghana (well her parents anyway),

my bad, was too busy to type the story , 

yes ma
and by the way, what happened to your bois on sunday, i wont gloat sha, YNWA!!!

i agree with you 10000%, the scum oops i meant man utd never lose a game, its always the ref costing them the game,

So this thread is back from the grave? Hmmm, Kenny_G, welcome back.

 @kenny g guy update this thread regularly nd more faster  story's interesting though gud work

06:15 The weather unusually warm for this time of the year, as I make the short journey across to the station, my usual path still unusable due to the on-going repair works to the water system. I couldn’t help but notice the rear window of an 08-Reg car smashed in, and while it was tempting to pry further I couldn’t run the risk of someone accusing me of doing it so a passing glance was enough for me.
I arrived at the station to which had been missing the usual suspects due to the School half-term holidays. In particular, Mrs X, a naija woman who usually drives 2 miles to the station (her kid’s child-minder lives just round the corner) is off as well. You’d notice her because she always seem to be on the phone every time she arrives on the platform; one wonders who she’s always be chatting to at that time of the day.
The information board shows that the train will arrive on time in 3 minutes, my thought soon returns to what had kept me up for most of the night; the imminent return of Miss S, who by the way I’d be meeting for a meal later tonight and the fact that I have finally decided that it has to be one or the other.
On the surface this might look like a straight-forward decision, but in reality it isn’t so.
The fact that ‘Deola and I had dated for over 2 years prior to now had enables us to discover each other, but maybe it is what I know about her and vice-versa that is the stopping point. One the one hand, she is ridiculously beautiful, career-minded., but then its always her way or the highway. We spent the first year or so of our relationship in total distrust well she did. As I spent most of my time working away from home she often felt that I was playing away as well. She would often show up unannounced, check my mails while I was asleep or out. At first her obsession was excused as I felt it could only mean she really cares, but after a while it became unbearable.
When she eventually relented, she made it clear that the only way for us was to commit permanently. While I didn’t see any reason not to, I was more prepared to wait for the appropriate time; she wasn’t too pleased with this and when she issued an ultimatum that I go with her to Lagos for her sister’s wedding that December so that our parents can meet or else its over I had no choice but to call her bluff especially as I was abroad working offshore.

Miss S is almost the opposite of ‘Deola, matured and always willing to give you the benefit of doubt. Not as career minded as her but hard-working enough to have climbed up the ladder significantly in such a short time. Lately, she has been suggesting that things out to progress, meaning that she wants me to make my intents clear anytime soon. Having met her folks, I am no longer sure I want to be married into such a family where the father still refers to black people as “coloured” or his opinion of Africans is low.
While he isn’t a racist, he sure doesn’t hold the black people in high regard and his position on immigration is quite disturbing.
By the time my alarm went off this morning, my mind was already made up, but for how to break this news to one of the two ladies.

06:22: As the train pulls out of the station, the sight of this woman struggling to get  her buggie up the stairs was a welcomed distraction to a rather placid start to the day.
All that soon changed once I took my seat opposite this mid-aged black man with dreadlocks. The sound of his music was so loud one could almost conclude that he has to be deaf or is due to be anytime soon.


06:35   I occupy myself with the copy of Daily Mail I found on the luggage rack till we arrived at the Charing Cross, moments later I am at Subway enjoying my last “breakfast” before Miss S arrives.

Gengen, u don enter trouble. Postponing the difficult only makes it more difficult.