Bahn Blip II

This is the view along the platform as I wait for my train (on a lovely sunny day - needless to say, it'll probably look more than a bit grim as the year progresses).

The train home tonight was enlivened by the presence of a Young Man Who Cared Not A Jot For The Delicate Sensibilities Of Others. He got on the train and I could smell him almost immediately. This was not in a good way. He did not smell of strawberries nor of baking bread nor of fresh linen. He honked of stale things - things that have gone too long unwashed, especially armpits.

I (and, no doubt, my fellow commuters) was grateful it was only for 10 minutes.

To take my mind away from that and to somewhere much more pleasant, today's song comes from the film Bol. I know at least one person who'll be pleased about that.