So, here I am. Everybody around me is sat tapping away on their laptops and Blackberries, including me, so a slight amount of hypocrisy, except for the woman sat to the left of me. It seems as though she is having her own little wine tasting session. So far she has drunk about 5 or 6 mini bottles of wine, and it looks as though she’s trying to make the dozen mark. With each drink she seems to become more inebriated, and I’m praying to God she doesn’t pass out and fall asleep on my shoulder. Maybe I should get a pillow just in case for her to rest on?
Well anyway, the most annoying thing is that every time we go round a gentle corner he makes a made grab for her glass, yet when it looks like it’s about to fall over, and I can feel my trousers getting soaked in Lambrusco, she does nothing.
I seriously hope she’s not reading this. Oh crap, what’s that on my shoulder? She didn’t just tap me did she? Oh, it’s ok she’s just fallen asleep on me. Fucking brilliant! Unless this is some undercover mission to uncover what I’m writing, I have a drunken woman sleeping on my shoulder. I really should have got that pillow. God her head is bony, ahh. Oh shit, not a corner. I can see that glass going over. How will it sound to my wife? "Well I smell of wine because a woman on the train fell asleep on the train on me and her wine spilt over me." Do you think she'll believe me? No. She might not believe it. Crap, it’s tilting even more! Ok, how about if I try and move my arm, damn it. She’s awake, and looking at me, a lot. Maybe I should stop typing. She’s still looking at me. I’ll tell you how it ends tomorrow…