A Canadian college ice hockey team swept onto the train, a tackle of padded bags and youth, blocking all the seats around me with sticks and limbs and maple clear accents, going to, or just having just been to, a match in Oxford.
Their talk was all of the Oxford rink, and the Oxford girls, and the smoothness of both it seemed. But I couldn't quite tell whether their tales were recent victories or anticipated conquests.
This guy was fast asleep on the train home last night.
Despite the fact that the guy sitting next to him was mildly inebriated ( in a good way ) and insisted the rest of us all talk to each other, because 'that is how friendly they are up in Scotland'. He said we should all tell each other what we had been up to. I told him about the play I had just been to see. He said he was going to take his flat mate... and then no one said anything more.
Maybe this guy was just feigning sleep to get out of 'sharing'.