#225 First Class


I suspected that this unmarked train carriage was the first class because it was less filthy than the usual and the seats were red. Sure enough, as soon as I took this selfie, I was kicked off by a mean ticket collector.


Author: Mara Eastern

I'm a sardonic blogger, snapper, scribbler and rhymer; a virtual space invader who indulges in cheerful negativism, morbid self-deprecation and bleak humour.

17 thoughts

    1. Me and naughty? Hardly ever! I swear I only suspected but had no proof that I’m sitting where I shouldn’t. Also, the train tickets are so expensive and the trains in such poor condition that I feel they owe me the little moment of delight when I reclined in the first class seat 😉


      1. You did look rather fetching there, the red shawl looked splendiferous hehe if ever there was such a word. You deserve delight, I shall have to make sure you have plenty of delights at our wedding x


        1. You’re making me blush – again! I will try to remember the word “splendiferous”, I like this one! Blogging is getting very educational, yesterday I learned the word “ambi-mousetrous” from Fire Bonnet… About the red shawl, my husband got it for me in Edinburgh, which makes it my favourite, and I wear it all the time.


          1. We do live in a rural area but happily, there are no wolves. And if there were, my grandfather is a hunter and legally owns and can operate hunting guns. What worries me is that he’s getting on eighty and his sight is not that good.


          2. That’s the custom of the country… I was taught shooting when I was a kid too. (But I’d deny it all at court :wink:.) Now I only shoot with my camera though. No fears!


          3. Lol actually it doesn’t phase me. My step father was a gun expert had guns under license and even the police came to him for gun advice. He used to take me pheasant shooting. Personally I prefer hand guns!


          4. So you’re a sharpshooter?! Ha, I must be careful when around you… I never properly hit anything when shooting; but my mother killed a rat with a shotgun. And yes, it was a very silly idea and I don’t remember why she did it.


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