Brief encounters
The festive season can mean so many things – connecting with family and friends, enjoying good company and good food, reflecting on the birth of our saviour, singing seasonal songs and filling up endless recycling bags with brightly coloured paper. This year, it included a small dose of strangers on trains.
I don’t drive, and am unlikely ever to do so, as the thought frankly terrifies me. Thus, I tend to rely on the great British public transport system to get me from A to B when B is not within walking distance of A. Thankfully, Kent is blessed with a decent (though not always timely) bus network, meaning that I can zoom around the county to rehearsals and performances with relatively little difficulty. Longer distances tend to mean the train, largely because the Victoria Bus Station makes me want to cry. This year, I made a few train journeys during the twelve days of Christmas, and had two very different encounters as I did so.
The Singing Librarian Talks 