Symphony of the Shooglie
Sitting on the train this morning waiting for it to leave, I was privy to the symphony of the shooglie: the hydraulic discourse of pistons and pumps letting off steam. The carraige was empty and so I sat back and listened, coffee in one hand, conductor's stick in the other... and what a symphony it was!
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