Man on a Train

I was on the train from Tameside to Manchester with free tickets to see the preview of *American Gangster*.

Kev was waiting in Wetherspoons and Russell and Denzel in the Odeon. I was reading the Guardian interview with Ridley Scott (the director) who says he directs fillums not movies - he's from the North east) .


A guy gets on at Ashton under Lyne - Ridley was deserted in favour of the dishy newcomer.

How can I describe him?

Late forties, very tall with a crucial haircut, excellent cheekbones and those lovely intellectual style specs. He wasn't wearing a suit but looked smart in a casual sort of way - a sexy academic type. Like a young Charles Dance with Max Von Sydow overtones.
And then .... he searched inside his smart brief case and withdrew ...... a half bottle of Vodka. He quickly necked a sizeable volume. Several minutes later he delved into the bag again and pulled out a magazine as well as having a second huge glug.
The magazine was 'Inside soap' - so much for the intellectual academic theory.


Whilst continuing to be absorbed in his reading matter he had several more swigs from the bottle. It was empty by the time we got to Victoria 12 minutes later.


For once I was delighted to see Kev quietly drinking his lager like a model of temperance.


The fillum was excellent.
KAZ