3/9/06

Leaving Keswick – double rainbow at road’s edge to Penrith station appearing to chase the bus I’m in – then the sun breaks through the rain torrents and the thing fades –

She wears gold lame ankle boots, tight jeans and a baseball cap – he is in a pale blue shell-suit – they chain smoke Camels –

The first announcement at the station is for the Glasgow train, stopping at Carlisle, Lockerbie and on to Glasgow – in a Sunday supplement there is an essay on a Saudi terrorist, one of the pilots of one of the jets that destroyed the World Trade Centre – the face in a printed in day-glo yellow and black stares back preserved for all time – How come the one is more famous than the many?

Another woman, younger than the first, stretches and rolls her head to relieve stress; she is pretty flagrant with her exercising there on the platform, revealing her midriff. I almost expect her to encourage the rest of us around her to start pumping the air with a sequence of aerobics – but lame boot woman lights up another fag and butts it up with the man, one drag each -