I've been going through my old shorthand notebooks.
This dates back to 2001 on the train back home from London. 9.25pm.
DRUNK: (talking into mobile phone): "I'm coming up and I want to see my Grandson immediately."
FEMALE PASSENGER: "Excuse me, can I have my pen back?"
DRUNK: "I'll give you your pen you little bitch."
DRUNK: (talking into phone): "Donna, don't fall out with me. I don't care if you fall out with me, you're my baby. I want to see my Grandson. I don't care about you."
DRUNK: (aside): "She's ignoring me."
DRUNK: (aside): "Shaney's got a hangover."
DRUNK: (aside): "Fucking train."
DRUNK: (talking into phone): "Wake him up. Punch him."
DRUNK: (talking into phone): "Where's my baby? Where's my Grandson?"
DRUNK: (aside): "He wouldn't wake up. I said 'Punch him.'"
DRUNK: (talking into phone): "Who's on glue?"
DRUNK: (talking into phone): "These trains are shit."
DRUNK: (talking into phone): "You cost me four pounds fifty nine."
DRUNK: (talking into phone):"Bless him. Oh bless him, bless him, bless him, bless him."
DRUNK: (talking into phone. glancing out of train window): "I'm in Chalkwell."
DRUNK: (talking into phone): "What you singing? Ha, ha, ha! Go for it baby. What you like to sing? You owe me nine pounds and ninety five pence. Do you still love me? All the way? Love me for breakfast. I love you honey. I love you honey."
DRUNK: (talking into phone): "Oh shit. Oh You Bastard."
