I’m sitting in the ‘Quiet Carriage’, listening to The Squeak

Made doubly worse of course because we’re not allowed to speak

Our mobile phones are set to silent, iPods turned down low

The Squeak is driving me insane, with two more hours to go!

We stop at Slough, a brief respite while others hop on board

And people start to talk – I feel slightly reassured

But nothing less than screaming kids could drive The Squeak away

I’m moving down to Carriage B; too quiet in Carriage A

by S Fielding

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