Sitting in Starbucks at Manchester Piccadilly...

[rhythmaning]

There was something else that I meant to tell you about sitting in Manchester Piccadilly station, waiting for the train.

I have four names; two of them – one of my middle names and my surname – are also the names of towns in Greater Manchester – one to the north of Manchester, the other to the east. (Whilst it might be interesting to speculate that my family originates from the north west, I don’t think that is the case; my paternal great great grandparents came from the west Midlands.)

There is a therefore a train station that shares my surname. And whilst I was sitting drinking coffee, eating croissants, and reading the paper, I kept hearing the station announcer calling my name. It was quite strange. It was like he was paging me.

I thought I should get on the train and find myself.

Comments

[lamentables.livejournal.com]

I thought I should get on the train and find myself.

I like that thought! I also enjoyed reading about your trip to Manchester and looking at the photos.

[chickenfeet2003.livejournal.com]

I know you Eccles Leigh Miles Platting. 'Ere, he's fallen in the Irwell.

[itchyfidget.livejournal.com]

You silly, twisted boy.

[chickenfeet2003.livejournal.com]

You say the nicest things

[rhythmaning.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but my mates call me "Old" Trafford...

[chickenfeet2003.livejournal.com]

At least they don't call you Hazel Grove

[kittenexploring.livejournal.com]

All roads lead to rhythmaning?

[psychochicken.livejournal.com]

I've heard (and actively used) weaker excuses to make a journey somewhere...