Delilah…

Delilah was already on the train by the time I boarded. She was sat atop the luggage shelf, showing a wanton disregard for the rules of this standard rolling stock fixture. She’s something of an enigma is Delilah! Her appearance is one of a slender lady in her late 50s with a fashionable scarf, which did not fit with the over-sized smartphone placed in her dainty palm, from which she was browsing the world wide web. She is the clearly epitome of the 2014 silver surfer. It was this juxtaposition that caught the observationing eye today.



One can only assume that Delilah was once a bigwig in the fashion industry, rubbing shoulders with the likes of Gianni Versace and other such fashion icons. I imagine that she left many a broken heart in her wake during her time perusing the world’s catwalks. She had a string of lovers with high profile jobs who just couldn’t ‘cut the mustard’ at a time when she spent her life living from day to day, enjoying life as it was presented to her as one of the catwalk glitterati.

Now that she has left the cut throat industry of bulimics and the image conscious, she wanders solemnly from her destination station and quietly reflects on what has become of her many former lovers. She ponders just how happy one of them, any of them, could have made her…

…Instead she rides the 7.48 alone, with just her scarf acting as a reminder of the former glories that were once bestowed upon her. A tear gently rolls down her aging cheek.

B. Radley – The observationing eye of the British railway network