I've decided to start doing this because I get the train home and this is the only way I can stop Crazy Martin from talking to me. These blogs may seem fragmented and disjointed but this offers insight I hope into my actual real-time thought processes as they pop into my brain
Thursday 2 August 2012
Evening 02/08-/12
Very quickly, just to inform you that my Mum has told me to change the name of my train 'friend' in case he ever sees it and flips out because I told her that he bites himself and has crazy eyes and scars on his face. So from now on sadly he shall be know as 'Crazy Martin'. Because I love Martin Kemp from Spandau Ballet and Eastenders, I met him once actually, at the ice-rink. He was crazy, violent and rude as well actually.
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