Yellow Doors Got No Stain

Saw no less than THREE millennium trains after an absence of over a month, maybe two. The first two headed on down their way toward the south, or the west. Caught the third one and had to endure both a sneering and skanky passenger whilst he berated the poor fixed voice announcing the destined approach of Wynyard while the train was leaving Central heading to Redfern. The point is that the station was passed several stops ago and braving on without any knowledge of where it was going. Much like that Waterfall train that got a little unstuck and flew of the rails. Interiors still seemed clean and without the stains of drunkeness and kebabs stashed halfway out of digestion.

Soon Van

Thursday, 27 February 2003 - 13:41

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