36. Speaking my Language

Sometimes, there isn’t a quiet carriage on the train, so I have the pleasure and privilege of listening in on various one-sided phone conversations, whether I want to or not. There is the added joy of the tinny ch ch ch of crappy headphones. They never seem to be listeing to music I like either. Its always that urban stuff with the weird effect on the vocals.

These are a few of the delightful moments I have enjoyed over the last few months.

“No I wasn’t sacked. My contact wasn’t renewed. It’s very common in this industry. No, not all of them were. Just me”

“I’m well jel hun. No holibobs this year. Staycation. Netflix and chillaxing at home. Juice fast.”

“Ping me bro. Yeah, innit. Well, what it is, I was just arks-king, man. Yeah, well fit, innit. Cheeky Nandos.”

“My son, Jack’s off to the women’s snowboarding.” I had to think about that one for a bit, because it could mean something very different to what I think she meant.

“No, I don’t want him doing PE in his pants and vest.”

“You are so lucky if you can pee standing up. I had to do the ‘nightclub loo’ hover, and I’d had a mini bottle of Shiraz. I was freaking out cos it was one of those Virgin trains with the push button lock, and I kept thinking that the door would suddenly open and the entire queue for the buffet carriage would see me squatting.”

“She will tell someone within the first five minutes of meeting them that she’s a vegan, went to Oxford and got a first. She can’t help it. That’s just what she’s like.”

“To be honest, babe, we were just doing it for the lols. We weren’t any good. We looked like hot milfs though so should get on telly. My hair and nails cost me seventy quid. Yeah, I saw Simon Cowell. Ant and Dec weren’t there.”

“So I’m letting you know that I’m doing a phone detox. I’m going to listen to that audiobook and it’s 27 hours long and I’m not using my phone until I’ve listened to it all. Unless its an emergency, like I need picking up or something. Just in case you wondered where I was. Yes, I’ve put it on Facebook and Shapchat and on my Insta account. I’ve got some new beats headphones as well.”

“He was really good. I was internally grateful, if you know what I mean!”

“So you know I had that spot/boil/lump thing down there that wouldn’t go away? Well, I caught an ear infection from one of those dirty kids and so the doctor gave me some amoxicillin, and it cleared my nob right up.”

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5 thoughts on “36. Speaking my Language

  1. Reblogged this on Tales From Mindful Travels and commented:
    Exactly a week ago our flight home from Malaga was diverted from Birmingham to Manchester then the next day after an overnight stay in Manchester, a train journey down to Birmingham. This funny post from Norma reminds me of some of the conversations that took place around us on plane and train and makes me wish I’d written them down. Must start doing it, so …. you’ve been warned! Hope you enjoy

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