A Minute in a Mind (mine on this occasion)

The older I get the more constantly aware I seem to find myself in most situations. “Switching off” gets increasingly difficult and I am not too bothered. I am currently on a train after filming some bits for a DVD in Cardiff. As a pointless exercise, I noted down all the things that I noticed I had thought in the previous minute or so.

 A few minutes ago I was on the Cardiff Central to Portsmouth train. It wasn’t my first choice, but the 11.25 to Paddington had been cancelled due to a fatality, so alternatives were sought. As I was leaning by the door, opposite a big, friendly man who had offered us standing rabble a crisp, and had one of those moments where you become excessively aware of everything of what your mind is conscious of.

We were passing through the countryside outside Newport when

In the ensuing minute

I noticed how purple the door was which made me aware of the variety of colours all round me, each one being conjured in my mind, from the nostalgic red of the tractor, to the blueish tint of the train’s vestibule area and the blackness of the rubber trim securing the window.

The windows were dirty.

I thought of how, with no seeming internal effort, the “No smoking” sign was immediately interpreted.

There was a smell of cheese and onion crisps still present

I worried that the man opposite me, friendly as he was, may now talk to me as I had put the John Arlott book I was reading to my side.

What was the man on the fold down seat listening to on his iPod, had he put in his earphones to ensure no uninvited socializing.

I was aware one of my fly buttons is undone, and aware that I might do nothing about it because it was barely noticeable and I would get around to it a little later (I just did now)

Who scratched KNOH into the paint of the train door…pointless

All the sentences around me on door use and safety information were thoughtlessly readable (I know I am being loose with the word thoughtlessly)

Why did the man opposite have a stick? A knee injury?

A slight smell of some brake lubricant heating perhaps

Why did my throat have a vague sense of swelling, more awre of it than on other days, a feeling of dried cotton wool around my tonsils and very fine sandpaper under my tongue.

There’s an old Woolworth superstore still unsold on a retail park. How long ago did they fold?

Maybe I’ll quickly write down these thoughts in the back of this Pelican.

Is the way that man fleetingly looked at me suggesting he thinks, ‘what is he writing and why?”

Approaching a station, I am nearest the door so I’ll take charge of pressing open. What if, with all these people around me waiting to get off, I decide not to press “open”

What does the voice if my inner monologue soundly, the words are there and constant, but I can’t quite make out the voice itself.

And then I thought about ink, and the ease of writing all this down and whether I would type it out and put it in a blog post.

And I did.

DVD – my old DVD is still available here  Two new releases coming soon plus None Lessons and carols DVDs

TOUR – to Norwich next, then Exeter, Lincoln, Oxford, Cardiff and many more. also Angry show – all dates here 

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11 Responses to A Minute in a Mind (mine on this occasion)

  1. Steve says:

    Theirs no way you write too many blogs, they NEVER fail to entertain me whether they are long or short ones. Cheers. Ps I’m sometimes guilty of putting earphones in just to avoid social interaction and other times I’m the initiator of social interactions….. Good blog. Cheers

  2. Dinah says:

    Sometimes you just have to go with the flow of thought about the little, inconsequentials around us. I do it all the time. I’ve written it down, too, before now. Great 🙂

  3. Sue Walsh says:

    Genius. I have a constant internal monologue…a bit like Dexter…it’s good to know we’re not alone…

  4. John Ellam says:

    Perhaps you are developing Daredevilesque super powers. Your next blog post may tell us how many grains of salt are on a pretzel. I think you’d look good drawn by Frank Miller

  5. David Mooney says:

    On a slightly different note – but still interesting, I think – a friend of mine is bilingual, fluently speaking Dutch and English. His natural language (the one he uses at home with family) is Dutch and when he’s speaking Dutch, that’s the language he thinks in. When he’s speaking English, he thinks in English. But when he’s just noticing things and thinking to himself, that internal monologue switches from language to language at random points.

  6. Mikewcook says:

    It wasn’t till I got 2/3 the way through that I realised it was your TRAIN OF THOUGHTS!

    Michael Cook

  7. Dave Shelton says:

    “Maybe I’ll quickly write down these thoughts in the back of this Pelican.”
    This put me in mind of my days unpacking the boxes in a branch of Waterstones and saying things like:
    “I’ll take a late lunch. I’m just in the middle of a big Penguin.”
    or
    “Has the rest of that Octopus arrived yet?”
    etc. and, indeed, etc.

  8. My stream of conciousness often crashes into Robin’s, although like some particles existing at the same time in different places, his train charges onwards and doesn’t notice the carnage of mine.Yes, there are two trains, Not schroedinger trains, let’s call them Ince’s trains,one has crashed into the other but really only one has collided. 🙂

  9. martinlong1978 says:

    I can smell my dinner being cooked downstairs. It smells good. Should I post that on Robin’s blog? Why not? It’s only typing.

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