A day of trains & silences, of chance encounters with old friends
from the touchline tribe. The bitter smell of burned coffee,
pickle-&-cheese, pre-packed plastic sandwiches & paper-cupped tea,
bag floating face down, hanging by a thread, platform vendors to
cheer the day, buzzing fresh from a secret sobriety celebrated
in the back room of a church hall to an applause like no other.
Reading Joseph Roth’s ‘The Legend of the Holy Drinker‘