The Weasel
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caddymanThe Weasel was back on the tube this morning albeit I saw him only briefly. I really think that he is the product of some awful gene-splicing experiment somewhere up in Barnet (or Barnét as some of the local graffiti artists would have it on the traffic signs).
I have no idea where he ended up this morning – I didn’t see him when we got to Euston where, like me he tends to change on to the Victoria Line.
When I caught the train at Totteridge and Whetstone, he was already there and I ended up sitting on the seat opposite him while he sat reading The Metro in the most oddly furtive manner imaginable. I expected him to stay there until Euston and then witness him dart out of the carriage through the narrowest of gaps without actually touching anyone in the way he normally moves.
Not so.
At Woodside Park (one station down the line from T&W) he suddenly stood up and darted or rather speed-scuttled to the front of the carriage and then dithered literally part getting off then train and then changing his mind and turning to sit again two or three times before whipping on to the platform and scurrying into the next carriage along. It is a measure of his slipperiness that he managed to exit one carriage onto the platform and then onto the next carriage while the doors were closing. Why he moved in the first place, who can say, and quite why he then found it almost impossible to decide what to do having moved is even odder. If he just wanted to be nearer the front of then train he could have used the connecting door between the carriages.
Anyway, I watched him slide into a seat in the next carriage and assumed that was that. But at West Finchley (the next station along again) he was back on the platform moving down to the rear of the train in an odd mixture of haste and hesitation. He really is an odd fellow. I have no idea if he got back on the train.
Maybe he was looking for Creepy Swedish Guy, but it was a little early for him to make an appearance.
I have no idea where he ended up this morning – I didn’t see him when we got to Euston where, like me he tends to change on to the Victoria Line.
When I caught the train at Totteridge and Whetstone, he was already there and I ended up sitting on the seat opposite him while he sat reading The Metro in the most oddly furtive manner imaginable. I expected him to stay there until Euston and then witness him dart out of the carriage through the narrowest of gaps without actually touching anyone in the way he normally moves.
Not so.
At Woodside Park (one station down the line from T&W) he suddenly stood up and darted or rather speed-scuttled to the front of the carriage and then dithered literally part getting off then train and then changing his mind and turning to sit again two or three times before whipping on to the platform and scurrying into the next carriage along. It is a measure of his slipperiness that he managed to exit one carriage onto the platform and then onto the next carriage while the doors were closing. Why he moved in the first place, who can say, and quite why he then found it almost impossible to decide what to do having moved is even odder. If he just wanted to be nearer the front of then train he could have used the connecting door between the carriages.
Anyway, I watched him slide into a seat in the next carriage and assumed that was that. But at West Finchley (the next station along again) he was back on the platform moving down to the rear of the train in an odd mixture of haste and hesitation. He really is an odd fellow. I have no idea if he got back on the train.
Maybe he was looking for Creepy Swedish Guy, but it was a little early for him to make an appearance.
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Date: 2008-04-08 11:25 am (UTC)