I was on the train first and while I was waiting a woman, close to my own age, struck up a conversation. I've got one of those approachable faces. As all inhabitants of the British Isles are wont to do she started with the weather. It has been rather changeable recently. Then things took a different turn.
What do you make of Brexit?
I was surprised. One doesn't expect such a blunt question from a stranger. Still, I answered her.
Absolute shambles.
She agreed.
This Karren Bradley. What do you think of her?
She should resign. Possibly the worst Secretary of State we've ever had.
She agreed then said,
I liked the last woman. What was her name again?
Theresa Villiers. Awful woman. Hadn't a clue about Ireland. Supported Brexit.
What about Geoffrey Whatshisname?
Who?
The Labour man.
Jeremy Corbyn?
Yes. Do you like him?
Perhaps not the best Labour leader for the present time. What do you think?
I prefer the Conservatives.
Really? Conservative with a small 'c'?
What do you mean? Oh! I hear the train coming. I'd better go out and find a place.
Three minutes later the train did come. I didn't see my interviewer again.
Zoe and Martha on the train
Gathering for the rally
Flying Tiger
My second conversation with a stranger in the next post. She spoke violently and rather than sloping off, she stormed. All I could do was laugh.
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Goodness...and what did those beautiful kids thing of all that.
Thankfully they missed all my convos with strangers.
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