Sketches, Dispatches, Hull Tales and Ballads - University of Hull
Sketches, Dispatches, Hull Tales and Ballads - University of Hull
Sketches, Dispatches, Hull Tales and Ballads - University of Hull
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26<br />
to be a writer, if I could read his dreams.<br />
The train crawled slower <strong>and</strong> slower until it stopped. Weed-hung<br />
embankments rose on either side. It was impossible to see where we<br />
were. How far was Bartonby, I wondered impatiently. Even the old<br />
man didn’t know. He didn’t believe the announcements, anyway,<br />
they were all idiots on Humber Trains. He was pretty sure Beeching<br />
had shut down Bartonby in the sixties. Perhaps we were waiting for<br />
some ancient stretch <strong>of</strong> rail to be weeded, oiled <strong>and</strong> otherwise made<br />
safe, he joked. Oh come on, come on, I thought. My resolve wouldn’t<br />
last for ever.<br />
After an incalculable rest-period, the train decided to crawl<br />
gingerly onwards again <strong>and</strong> Tracy’s voice came triumphant over<br />
the intercom.<br />
‘Humber Trains are pleased to inform passengers that the<br />
obstruction to the track has now been cleared, <strong>and</strong> we will NOT<br />
making an unscheduled stop at Bartonby-le-Wold. We will be<br />
arriving at Doncaster in approximately seventeen minutes.<br />
We apologise for the late running <strong>of</strong> this service <strong>and</strong> any<br />
inconvenience it may have caused to your onward journey.’<br />
The old fool across the aisle from me applauded in a frenzy <strong>of</strong><br />
satirical glee. ‘Any inconvenience, any inconvenience!’ he shouted.<br />
‘Any inconvenience it just may have caused? Any inconvenience it<br />
just may have caused to my onward journey? My onward journey is<br />
an abstraction, it can’t suffer from inconvenience. Whereas I most<br />
definitely can, <strong>and</strong> do!’<br />
Once again, I hushed him. I listened hard as the message was<br />
repeated. In a moment, my pulse-rate returned to normal, my hope<br />
evaporated.<br />
An hour <strong>and</strong> a half later, the last false apology had been uttered,<br />
<strong>and</strong> we were in Paragon Station, <strong>Hull</strong>. I headed across the forecourt<br />
towards the back entrance <strong>of</strong> the hotel. It was where I always stayed.<br />
I have never let on to Nella, because we’re supposed to be saving for<br />
the darling riverside flat. I told her I stayed in the university lodgings<br />
in Tunny-Fish Grove.