Horror on the rails...

Imagine the scene:  It seems like a normal day for the commuters on the (insert train) to Euston... Little do they know that their lives are going to be changed forever...

The train pulls into the next station...  The passengers who aren't asleep or reading their newspaper look out to see the usual crowd waiting to board.  No one notices that today they look a little different different.  The dead look in their eyes and the distortion of the mouth...  Little do they know that they are about to meet the mutant vampires from (insert station name).

The vampires board and the attack begins...  Each bite turns a man or woman into another mutant...  At following stops more people board and they too are overcome until the entire train (almost) is filled with fiends... The guard (Sean Bean?), a female passenger (Helen Bonham-Carter?) and the driver (Pete Postlethwaite?) are the only ones not taken.  They barricade themselves into the cab... 

As the train approaches London it slows and the driver jumps...  The guard nearly joins him but realises the woman hasn't followed so stays on board...  They've missed their chance...  They first try to stop the train but realise that that will just leave the vampires on the loose, so they decide to take it all the way in and crash it at Euston, thereby saving the people of London, England and the World...  In the final scene Sean and Helen are seen clinging together seconds before the train turns into an inferno as it crashes into the buffers on platform 9...


The above was a completely idiotic idea I had for a film as my train pulled into an intermediate station this morning.  I looked out and saw these people boarding and the mind went racing...

So why have I written about the above here?  The reason is that I think it illustrates the inbuilt prejudices that many of us seem to have about passengers from other stations.  I know from talking to people who board at Bletchley that we acknowledge that we have irrational views about our fellow commuters from the other stations like Milton Keynes ("they take all the best seats") and Leighton Buzzard ("they shove themselves in...")

Why do we do this?  Is it down to some kind of tribal need to identify with one group with whom we have most in common and be cautious of those who are different in some way (even if that difference is just the geographical location of our homes)?

Some reading this may have already dismissed this as rubbish written by a raving fool.  If so then my apologies.  Please don't go away - you might find the moans and groans about the various aspects of our rail service in the other blog postings more interesting and relevant.

Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.  Eustoncommuter would like to apologise for any inconvenience caused  ;-)



(Ps: I wouldn't have had time to come up with this of course if we had a paper shop at Bletchley station).  Someone is apparently refitting the shop but there's no indication of a reopening date...)