Where boredom can lead us. Trying my best to evade the metro staff so I’m forced to start the beers on the platform. I see a rat in the crack near my bag. My bag which is full of sausage rolls from Aldi. Along with 3 cold grolsch and 4 warm Aldi beers that try to look like Kronenbourg. The whole of the sky matches the dirty grey panes of glass sheltering us from the rain. I shouldn’t allow it to piss me off on the tram the fact that one of the metro people just let a young lad get away with not paying whereas they’ve charged me twice for not having a ticket. All the way this strange thing works, we need negativity as much as we do positivity. At least I managed to hide my beer from them. Now to down it as I’m only minutes from Altrincham. We glide next to the canal, I see families indulging in slow Sunday strolls. In Altrincham, the customer waiting room is a bench sat right opposite the ticket office, il have to drink beers on the platform. A Planet Ice skating rink is sat next to the station. I wonder wether I should down all these beers and march in demanding to Ice skate. Best not to demand it. I’m quite sure I could go in drunk and manage to keep my composure, only panicking in my head when out on the ice. My Sunday dinner of cheap sausage rolls. Rain causing the lovely lines of static on the train lines. I’ve always felt most comfortable drinking close to trains. A serenity first learnt from allowing myself to nod to the music in my headphones in public. I used to wonder wether that was ok to do, wether I’d look strange. In all the years since then, the people who I’ve met who I would of considered sane at that young age has got smaller and smaller, more odd insecure minds then there are comfortable in this country by far. Every set of eyes that passes smile at me. What do they see?! My head starting to swim. Good. Earth in my ears. Pigeons on the rooftops. Thinking how I’ll probably post this to Instagram. A curve in the track ahead. Thinking how we think things are different now but there’s always just been other versions of what we have. What was the pasts version of Instagram? What was the pasts version of shouting your strange future intentions to friends and strangers? Can’t help but think it really is something unprecedented. It won’t be. I know that, I know every generation has felt alone. Beautiful really. I drank coffee for 4 hours with Tom Mann near here. I don’t understand why everyone smiles at me?! Surely I’m as good as a homeless drunk in their eyes? Drinking beers on a train platform because it’s undercover in the rain! The homeless should give this a go. Though they’d be chucked out because of the way they look. A guy in a cap asks me how long I’ve been sat here, when’s the next train due, am I going to Chester.....I say a while, I don’t know, yes..he says it’s a nightmare, I agree. He sits on the next bench. Now when the train arrives, what do I do? Pretend to board the train? If I don’t, will he look at me and know I lied to him? Does it matter? His opinion of me doesn’t matter. Another two smiles from a couple walking hand in hand. The woman’s face was so beautifully scrunched up, it makes me think they probably own the type of dog I used to call a griffilin dog. In a split second I make eye contact with the guy who asked me all the questions....it’s just as I’m putting an empty can into my bag....he makes a gesture at me....congratulating me for drinking, proud of me, happy for me...I quickly start typing this shit hoping he doesn’t try to communicate again. Fucks sake we’re all so weird. One of the train staff pass on the platform with a pint of milk in their hand, I see the guy look at the member of staff the same way he looked at me, congratulatory...congratulating him on having some milk. I move to the bus stand when the guy goes to the toilet. The fronts of shops exposed to me, one is a zero gravity float spa with the words ‘Reduce Pain’ printed on its window. Two doors away a Turkish barber has an electronic sign boasting of ‘New Skin Fades’. Benoit Pioulard now providing the musical water for my brain to float in. A 263 bus pulls up that could take me home. The back of the bus is black meaning I see my reflection in the glass. I stare at myself for some time. Realising I will never look this way. Everybody else sees my eccentric huge smile...I see a confused scared gaze. Needing a piss and not having 20p leads me to the huge Tesco next door. On the way there’s a guy in a wheelchair passed out with a cup in his hand. A few pennies in the cup that’s about quarter full with rain water. The only other time I’ve been in this Tesco was to get beers and a plant for Tom Mann and Rach when I pretended to be homeless outside their salon a few months ago. Much younger faces than mine pass me by. All looking so ready for conflict with out any reason.