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Date: 14 March 2007 18:52:17
I was sitting there in my normal seat, finishing the normal cup of tea, reading a book as normal when we pulled into the first stop along the line from when I got on and I saw a group of kids standing there, with their brown paper packages or battered suitcases on the opposite platform. The boys in short trousers and girls in sensible skirts; they were evacuees. Well, of course they weren't - we all knew as their parents (complete with tunnel piercings) saw them off it was a school trip, but at the same time they were, well for the purposes of today and some history project.
All an ickle bizarre at silly o'clock although nobody felt the need to comment; we all looked saw and then went back to "the usual".