Something fairly interesting happened on the train this morning.
Metrorail. Where two trains out of 10 are on time, and three out of 10 are more than 15 minutes late. Yes, I’ve done the maths*.
Where on a 22-minute journey, from Kenilworth to Cape Town, at least three blind beggars, and their partners, will traipse through the carriages singing hymns and harmonising without harmony.
Where the graffiti covers anatomically incorrect and yet disconcertingly explicit private parts, philosophical rants, and the eloquently direct ‘METRO-POES’ (post on this coming soon).
Where at least once a week that one beggar will get on while you’re waiting to leave Cape Town Station after work, the one who insistently asks for a 10 cents, and who smells so awful it’s almost unbearable.
Where ticket prices will go up from 192 to 220 bucks, without warning – that’s an increase of 14.5% – and then back down to 200 the next month.
But it’s not all bad. For example, this morning I heard this shuffling noise from the other end of the carriage, and I looked up, and sure enough! Shuffling:
I guess he just can’t, he just can’t, he just can’t control his feet.
Project Jennifer 
Wait I heard someone hum Blame it on the Boogie before the track kicks in… Him or you?!
This really sweet Welshman who was sitting next to me. The whole incident prompted an interesting conversation about Emmeline Pankhurst, the Isle of Man, Welsh and eisteddfods.
This is so delightful. Is that you giggling? I can’t explain why or how much I love this.
Damn you’ve got some good ears. I was hoping nobody would notice the giggling o___o
This is absolutely delightful, people who love music make the world a better place :)