Train Movies
One of my friends and I developed a euphemism for referring to “scenes” in real life as “movies”. If there’s a fight brewing on the streets, we say, “there’s a free movie going on there” or something like that and hang around to watch :). Whenever I come back on the trains at night there’s almost always a movie to watch. Last Friday night was no different. The train was surprisingly packed out (standing space only) at 11:30pm.
There was a group of semi-drunk people on the middle deck by the door who were being a little rowdy, but it was mainly talk. Security comes along (unlike last time, these guys were big, and spoke proper English) and tells them to chuck out the cans of Jim Beam they’re drinking. One of the drunks turns to the other, grabs his can and goes, “mate you heard what he said, chuck yer can out!” before tossing the can out the door. He’s still holding onto his own can though. He takes a swag from it and said, “Oops. Sorry I’ll chuck this can out at the next stop.”
At the next stop this couple speaking in Spanish wait at the door and before long, the drunks start asking where everyone on the carriage is from. One guy didn’t take very kindly to it saying, “it’s none of your damn business mate.” Security comes around again to find out what the noise is about before leaving again.
We pull up at Riverwood station and the group decides to have a go at a couple of Asians getting off the train. Before I knew what was happening, the previews were over and the movie started. Within the next five minutes, I heard the word “Fuck” more times than I heard in the past year. It wasn’t that every second word said was fuck – it was that every third or fourth word yelled wasn’t fuck. The train doors couldn’t close cos the Asians were blocking it so we were stuck there. The drunks were insulting the Asians while one of the Asians (who must’ve been part of some gang) went utterly ballistic. He was screaming his head off and asking them to step off the train and fight. Someone would’ve been bashed if it weren’t for the security guards who came around and stood there (they didn’t actually do anything). Half the carriage must’ve got up and moved towards the yelling to get a look at what was going on. Eventually the train got moving again and one of the drunks said, “I’m all for one on one mate, y’know? But they’re like three on one…” Security made most of them get off at the next stop.
9:30pm (GMT +10.00) 
