User avatarThe Trip Home

Last weekend was mostly spent discovering how difficult it is to be a rapper. Not only in spirit but also in words, and that whilst I may be adept at sweating lyrics I’m not particularly great at spitting them. In any case eventful as the Saturday and Sunday were they could not prepare me for what was about to happen on the train ride home.

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Kevin was selfish enough to leave the train at York to go home and see his wife, or whatever. What was I supposed to do for the next hour and a half until I reached Newcastle? Luckily we had clocked an acquaintance of mine in the other carriage, Tony, and thus once Kevin had departed I moved down the train to sit with Tony and his friend Tony. Their other friend, Tony, had unfortunately had a few too many drinks before getting on so when he tried to leave and piss on the platform it took Tony, Tony and Tony to restrain him and drag him back to his seat.

Tony meanwhile regaled me of their antics over the weekend, which mainly consisted of football, sausage rolls and soiled pants. Tony couldn’t help himself and bellowed down to his counterpart, Tony, who had sat in the wrong seats, and ridiculed him openly much to the bemusement of the other passengers. Tony had passed out, which was for the best. It also meant that Tony and Tony could join myself and Tony for a few drinks of our own.

It didn’t take long before Tony was waxing lyrical about all manner of subjects. It reminded me how lucky I was to know these people who were so generous and kind and lived a rich and wonderful life. One only had to gaze upon the cheery faces of the rest of the carriage to know that I had made the right decision to move into the group and join in with the camaraderie.

Newcastle station came all too soon and it wasn’t long before Tony and Tony climbed into the back of Tony’s car and all four of them left into the darkest night. Tony helped Tony into a taxi leaving Tony to wait for his wife to pick him up.

I only wish every journey could be as memorable as this.

9 comments to The Trip Home

  • Tony sounds brilliant. He must have been a total bant hound. Not sure about Tony and Tony though, they sound like troublemakers.

  • Ian "Mac Mac Mac Mac" McIver

    Tony was a brilliant fellow and it pains me to say that it is unlikely that we will ever meet again due to his reliance on being a fat bastard.

    Tony and Tony were undeniably the most “Tony” of all of them and even though they meant well I’d rather keep their memory mostly diminished at best.

    Did I tell you about Tony?

  • I don’t think you did. Was he a total ledge? Maybe a bit of a geezer?

  • Kevil

    Tony? Tony? Let me tell you about Tony… You know Tony right, well Tony is a bit like him, but a bit more like Tony or maybe even Tony.

    I was just saying to Tony the other day how much like Tony Tony is. Tony just laughed and said, “Aye man, but don’t you think he’d get on with Tony better if he was a bit less of a Tony wannabe?”

  • I get it now. It sounds like Tony is like Tony, but with Tony’s sense of humour.

    To be honest, sometimes I wish Tony would be a bit more like Tony and a bit less like Tony.

  • Ian "Mac Mac Mac Mac" McIver

    I think Tony said it best when he uttered,

    “To be Tony is just like Tony. Tony is as Tony does. Should Tony ever stray from Tony then Tony just wouldn’t be Tony anymore.”

  • Tony said that? I could believe it if Tony had said it, but it sounds a bit smart for Tony.

  • Ian "Mac Mac Mac Mac Mac" McIver

    No. Tony, not Tony.

  • Oh, sorry, that makes more sense. Must have misread it.

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