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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.

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Posted by 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.

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  1. At least you got a GREAT selfie!

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    1. Aaww, thank you for indulging me! A shame that I was kicked out, my blouse and scarf colour-coordinated with the seats, which I found strangely comforting.

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      1. I don’t blame you! It’s harmonious and serendipitous… too bad about the cranky conductor.

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        1. 🙂 I may buy myself a first class ticket for my birthday…

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  2. Hah your so naughty getting in to a carriage with no ticket. You did match up nicely though. They might jabs hooked up and started moving that would have given you a shock!!

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    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 😉

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      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

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        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.

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          1. It looks lovely, what a fab pressie x

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          2. I also have a hat to go with the scarf, so I’m like Red Riding Hood.

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          3. 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.

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          4. Yikes bad sight and owning a gun?

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          5. 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!

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          6. 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!

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          7. 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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          8. I believe I’m quite good :-p

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