Omens
Posted: Thu 14 July, 2005 Filed under: Thoughts, Travel, Weirdness 4 Comments »You know, there’s a sign that you’re about to have a bad day. It’s this :
You get on a train, (or any form of public transport, but in today’s case, it’s a train) sit down, and opposite you there’s a woman clutching the cross on her necklace, and singing hymns to herself. At a volume high enough to make the tune identifiable (Closer My God To Thee, I think it’s called) but also at a pitch spookily resembling the “mosquito buzzing in the ear” level of irritation.
Thank Chuff I only had to go ten minutes with it.
Nutter.
Yes, but as recent events show it’s the nutters on the train who look normal you have to be worried about !
“Closer my god to thee” or “Closer to god” – perhaps she’s a NIN fan at heart.
That’ll be “Nearer, My God, To Thee” and was, fact fans, the last song the band played on the Titanic as it went down. So… I don’t know if that means anything.
Maybe she was genuinely terrified of being blown apart, I know it’s affected people up here in Bradford & Leeds and we weren’t directly affected by the blasts like Londoners and people in that neck of the woods.