I Flirt With Crime
Yes, you read that right, this weekend saw me engage in some non 100% legal behavior!
I was on a return train journey from Sheffield with a ticket which specifically said, in bold letters no less - NOT DONCASTER. And what route do you think my train was taking? Thats right! through Doncaster! Im the dick turpin of my day. Or possibly just a dick.
So there I was laughing with contempt at national rails pricing policy when in comes the ticket inspector, needless to say the atmosphere was tense. You could have cut it with a knife, or any other sharp implement really.
He sidles over, grey haired indeed but obviously a more slippery customer for his experience (I imagine). He asks for my ticket and my heart is beating ten to the dozen, I pass him my rail ticket with a devil-may-care air, he takes the ticket and our eyes meet (not in a gay way) and I brace myself for flight when he says 'Ta, mate' and goes on his way. Phew! Close call or what?
Now that I've recounted this devilish act I just want to quickly say to any female readers to not swoon too greatly at this diabolical feat. I know your always marrying axe murderers and falling for the 'bad boy' but in this case (and probably those I've just said) it's not a fantastic idea, in this case because im spoken for.
A thank you.
I was on a return train journey from Sheffield with a ticket which specifically said, in bold letters no less - NOT DONCASTER. And what route do you think my train was taking? Thats right! through Doncaster! Im the dick turpin of my day. Or possibly just a dick.
So there I was laughing with contempt at national rails pricing policy when in comes the ticket inspector, needless to say the atmosphere was tense. You could have cut it with a knife, or any other sharp implement really.
He sidles over, grey haired indeed but obviously a more slippery customer for his experience (I imagine). He asks for my ticket and my heart is beating ten to the dozen, I pass him my rail ticket with a devil-may-care air, he takes the ticket and our eyes meet (not in a gay way) and I brace myself for flight when he says 'Ta, mate' and goes on his way. Phew! Close call or what?
Now that I've recounted this devilish act I just want to quickly say to any female readers to not swoon too greatly at this diabolical feat. I know your always marrying axe murderers and falling for the 'bad boy' but in this case (and probably those I've just said) it's not a fantastic idea, in this case because im spoken for.
A thank you.
