Train rides

Train rides are something I enjoy. Probably because I didn't do them much as a child. But watching scenery rush past is quite an unusual feeling while sitting still. I have spent alot of time in cars and on bicycles flying through areas, but the views from a train are something to behold. You see all sorts of things from cliffs to sea floors, from rooftops to garden flowers. Trains give you a brilliant insight into the hidden side of peoples lives as you blast over their back gardens, looking at a tiny snapshot of their lives for a few seconds.

What makes this special for me is that each of these is completely unique. I have made the train journey to Axminster to see my man Regan so many times, and each time I have seen different things at every turn. Each new scene marks a fresh part of my brain. I see things and know that no-one else will see that. It's quite a special thing. I find this in many places, but this is one place that it is easy for many other people to see it too. Like I see things like this every time I ride my bike, and everytime I go for a walk. But the fact that people can see these things each time they grab a train to work.. Or go to visit someone. It is an incredibly exciting thought.

Gig after time

My whole body drips pain, and my mouth drips blood. I look up, Seeing far off lights flicker past the window. My head pounds, but not from the music that is playing. A lump on the side of my face pulses. I can feel my knee stiffen from being contorted into the back of the car. On my left arm Lori breathes the slow breath of sleep, her hello kitty pillow the only thing between her face and my aching arm. I see the reflection of the speedo in the window in front of me, it is more in focus than most other things. My right eye socket feels tight and my eye spasms. As it subsides I get a shooting pain in my right calf.. I guess I got trodden on. How I managed it I don't know. I managed the whole gig unharmed until the last 30 seconds of the last track from the last band. How did I get elbowed in the face, pushed to the floor, headbutted in the mouth and trodden on all in 30 seconds?! My lip is swelling nicely now. We are on the way home. The motorway is near to lifeless, a feat rarely seen. Even at this time of day. It is strange, blasting along at such a pace with the only light from your own
headlamps before sudden glimpses of other people, and other cars. It forces the night to seem that much closer, that much more like it is closing in. I pull my sweat riddled t-shirt from my back. It must have been stuck there a while. It leaves a large cold patch up my back, which in turn makes me shiver. The interior of the car drifts in and out of focus as I drift in and out of consciousness. Even with my body bruised and broken, with my face bleeding, with the level of exhaustion creeping unseen through my bones, I feel great.