I find it an impossible task to read in public. Especially on a train. I can get through two or three pages before an out spoken voice is heard. Shouting into a communication device, throwing their verbal laundry around the carriage. Naturally the noise will escalate further, with added tongues. Middle aged socialites picking up a crumpled copy of the days gratis. Making themselves heard, they read the headlines aloud, issuing personal opinions, often talking out of place. I’m not so sure which noise I detest most. Both subjects hold as much annoyance as each other. Please hesitate confusing me with a miserable commuter. Trains are my preferred form of travel. There is nothing quite like a fruitful conversation of varied subject matter. It’s just some commuters don’t seem to have their finger on the pulse of fruitful subject matter.
I attempted to continue with my book on the train this morning…I soon stopped and wrote this instead.