A passenger on a train
Yesterday I was travelling back by train to my home town from Victoria.
An attractive woman placing her case on a rack sat temporarily next to me and then moved.
Initially I was hopeful of her company but grateful subsequently she sat elsewhere. She got on her mobile phone to reveal the latest developments in her personal life. She was leaving her husband Thomas as she feared he would leave her first and now was with Max (“He has a better vision for us and is very attractive”) whom she was going to visit in Paris before interviewing for a job in Lithuania.
Her confident speaking voice revealed that she was an aspiring actress who was going to change agent to the one who represented Edward Norton and Winona Ryder as her present agent did not get her leading rôles.
All this I learned – as did the rest of the carriage – as she was unabashed about talking about such intimacies relatively loudly.
To my relief she alighted at Gatwick, still conducting her conversation. At first I thought she was an exhibitionist but then revised my assessment: an actress likes nothing better than talking about herself and most actors too. Personally I would be embarrassed talking like this in full earshot.
