Alison McQueen


Drunk People on Trains

Drunk people on trains is nothing new, although I have to say that I avoid Virgin trains like the plague since finding myself on the coming out of Manchester on a three hour journey packed with intensely pissed football fans. It was lairy and scary without a guard in sight should things get a little ugly. 

These people were on the rather gentler London Midland line. The bald chap was clearly having some difficulty remaining in his seat. The other bloke, seen here slumped into a coma, was talking to himself. Or rather, he was trying to answer the automatic voice that came over the tannoy at each station, mumbling some nonsense in reponse to Mind The Gap.

The train terminated at Northampton, and as everyone got off, he just lay there twitching a bit. It was the last train of the night.