Train Journey

Sitting by the lav on the train from Kings Cross this evening when suddenly a weird high pitched wailing began emanating from behind the locked door. The businessmen all around me exchanged raised eyebrows at each other and a man on the phone to his wife told her that there were people fucking in the toilet. The wailing continued. Sort of like a pig in distress.

And then the lav flushed and a tall broad older gentleman came out obviously oblivious to the fact that anything could be heard outside. Nobody else came out after him. As he disappeared down the train all the chaps tittered.