There was a distinct lack of things to report on from the train journey - no mad characters or strange goings on apart from a young American guy on the train from Wymondham who managed to use the word like five times on one sentence. I notice these things. Well you do don't you when you listen into conversation.
He also liberally used the F word as if it was the equivalent of the word like. It served no purpose as he wasn't angry or hammering some point home but just kept slotting it in.
I guess a few years ago somebody would have told him to wash his mouth out but now it just seems to be part of the English, or in his case the American, language.
The train from East Croydon was rammed but we managed to fight our way between people standing up, to find a seat around one of the tables. The guy on the other side had his head buried on a laptop and didn't really seem that pleased to see us. In fact there was no smile, no acknowledgement and no nothing.
We thought the train was full because everyone was on their way to the seaside but they all got out at Lewes, leaving just a handful of us on the train.
So what was happening at Lewes? I know they have a massive firework display but it was too early to queue up for that - too early by about four and a bit months. So what was it? Many of them were very smartly dressed and some carried instruments.
Perhaps it was refugees from Glastonbury who had wandered away from the farm. We finally concluded that they were on their way to Glyndebourne Opera. If not there we know not where.
We went to Glyndebourne once. We saw a road sign saying Glyndebourne. The place was deserted so we thought we would just have a poke around only to be told by some chap that they were shut and not open to visitors. Their loss not ours although it was probably our loss and not theirs.
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I see that the Birmingham mechanical Bull has been named Ozzy in honour of one of Birmingham's favourite sons. You know the guy - the foul mouthed rocker who used to bite the heads off chickens on stage and whose best known song is called Paranoid. Yes that Ozzy Osbourne. Actually I like Black Sabbath and always have but I don't usually shout about it.
Apparently Osbourne bit the head off a dove during a meeting and also bit the heads off bats. I'm surprised he didn't get a knighthood in Boris Johnson's departing honours' list.
But he has had a bull named after him and it's going to reside on New Street train station if they can get it through the door. My guess is Ozzy won't be trying to bite the head off this particular animal.
Finally today a correction to yesterday's blog. On our train journey we went to East Croydon and not New Cross.