By the end of high school, I would do shows at the theater at night and then take the train home and go to school the next morning.
God has arrived. I met him on the 5:15 train.
I love getting back to Wivenhoe. I get out of my wig, bustle and costume in three minutes flat at the end of the play before jumping into a taxi outside the theater and catching the train home.
I think one of the things about railways, if you get on a train you do find - as you come into Paddington, or wherever - you look into people's windows in a way that you just can't do in a car or any other way.
Frustration with the trains is inevitable, given the daily difficulties commuters face.
In White Plains I wasn't theatrical at all. I was a model and I used to take the train into New York three days a week to do travelogue work.
'The Daily' from the 'New York Times' - which offers smart analysis of one key story - sets the pace here, and can see you through one standard train commute.
In my early 20s, there was a period when all I owned was about a dozen CDs and a crappy Discman. I'd listen to 'The Man Who Sold The World' album endlessly as I sat on off-peak trains jerking around the Sussex countryside to and from the asylum I worked in.
