Steam Train To Aberdeen
Tonight's train from Glasgow to Aberdeen was like a Turkish bath but without the naked people wrapped in towels. By the time I stumbled along the platform I was aware that my clothes were sticking to me the way a wrapper sticks to an ice lolly in a darkened cinema. I must have looked like a midden and it's exactly
at these kind of times when you don't want to meet anyone you know.
"Hello Jeff."
I turned and saw Bryan Burnett. He was just about to get on the train that I had climbed off. He reminded me that he had taken a day off and that Laura McCrum would be presenting Get It On tomorrow night. Of course, being the Head of Radio, I shouldn't have needed reminding. I'm supposed to have all these facts at my fingertips having memorised the next six weeks of the Radio Times.
"Pity I'm not in Aberdeen tonight, " said Bryan, "I could have taken you out on the town and shown you the sights."
Yes, a pity. I was just in the mood for a few night clubs. Or was it a hot bath, cocoa and an early bedtime?
These days, I can never decide.
