If you're ever in need of perspective or distraction I can always recommend a train journey. You will invariably feel just so much more normal-by-comparison afterwards. Today, on my trip (pun intended) from home-home back to just-home, the general weirdness seemed to be mostly drug-related:
The overture was made by your standard friendly, drunk, whiff-of-urine lunatic on the platform. He was in splendid spirits (no doubt), had a voice to be proud of, and knew some quite astonishing, hitherto unknown lyrics to popular songs such as " My bonnie, my bonnie, my bonnie.... My bonnie, my penny, my pen..." and "Wo die Nordseewellen..." (sung in secret code, but with great conviction).
Next, just aboard the train, a scruffy type sitting in the row in front of me took over. He was speaking on his mobile in a, given his topic, remarkably confident (i.e. loud) manner. "Oi, where you now? ... You got the stuff, right? ... Listen, it's gonna take me a little longer... Yeah, still on the fuckin' train. ... Now, make sure you don't start smoking it! ... No, you bloody well won't!" ( I so swear I'm not making that up.)
Later I had to change trains, but I wasn't disappointed there either. A young girl, the tarty type, waltzed by, on her mobile to her girlfriend who was on the train as well and appeared seconds later. They sat down across the aisle from me. Tart 1 had obviously been caught fare dodging, but the conductor had turned a blind eye. What a shame! Now she was busy calling every single member of her very extensive circle of friends to coordinate tonight's upcoming party, general set-up plus particulars. "Hey, you got any (stage whisper, furtive looks) stuff for me? ... No? Well, I better ring Sergej then..."
Oh, and just now - at 11pm - someone outside started playing Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" at full volume. No idea if that's drug-induced too, but, oh, what a glorious finale!
* * *Well, Vyvienne, over to you once again. The video is from a concert I attended myself, shot from very close to the spot where I stood that night, so it simply has to come up here, first line missing or not.
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