11-16 Days Later
The journey to
the station this morning felt like 'Attack of the Secondary-schoolkid Zombie
Apocalypse'.
Everywhere I
looked, teenage drones lurched toward the road; a sea of identically-uniformed
nearly-adults with impractically over-lacquered hairstyles and a lack of
spatial awareness. Thank God I was in a taxi. If I hadn’t been, they’d have
swarmed and subsumed me as one of their own. I’d have come out the other side
looking like one of the younger cast-members of The Inbetweeners. Imagine that.
It made me wonder
where they all came from (their parents’ house) and where they were going to (school). They were a frightening sight en masse. I’ve never
seen so many moody-faced people dressed in blue. Who says it’s a neutral,
calming colour?
I was on my way
into London for my first audition of the year. It was a reasonably good start. Nobody
was harmed in the process. The only shock was discovering how much the train
fare had gone up: £33.00 for a peak time ticket; I’ve been on cheaper flights.
At least was
home, long before the second Zombie throng amassed. I didn't want to end the day as a member of the youngdead. Ha. 'Young'.