Live blogging from the train.
1522. On our way. No laptop so no photos, sorry. Beautiful day. Man to my right will not stop yawning.
1518. Leave in two minutes. Only just made the train. Automatic announcement warning of train split. Hope I'm in the right bit.
1543. Woking. Sorry. Proving tricky to post with new stuff at top. Indeed two posts have vanished. If this one does I might give up. The man on my right was bellowing into his phone a moment ago. He sells cars I think. I was yawning then. When his signal was lost he opened a fizzy drink bottle, presumably to help him swallow the family bag of kettle crisps he is assaulting. It fizzed everywhere and he held it away from himself and it almost got me. He apologised. Now his grey slacks are Fanta-speckled. Ruined a perfectly good five pound pair of trews.
1623. Lightly salted in answer to 1. Since then there has been a home-made sandwich and some kind of trifle. Perhaps he is on his way to be put to death by the state for some awful crime.
1627. Through Andover. My meal will be with the AQ panelists. Depending on timings that will be something hearty or snatched. I always have to leave before the guests and get to the venue. Make up.
1601. I think he has some crisps stuck somewhere. There is the odd schlurping noise as he tries to free the errant crumb from a crevice. Almost at Basingstoke. I can change for the north, apparently.
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