The Next Train .....

The announcer on Wynyard station this afternoon is great. Apart from the fact that you rarely hear a female announcer ( except the pre recorded, perfectly enunciated one) this one has a eastern European accent that is straight out of Rocky & Bullwinkle. ( remember Natasha)
Her pronunciation of the various stations on our line is delicious. And I'm not the only one enjoying listening to her by the delighted smiles of my fellow travellers. She has a deep sexy voice and the accent makes compellingly enjoyable listening.
For a brief moment ( if you close your eyes) you can imagine that you are in a bad American movie waiting on a railway platform in eastern europe. You are in a trench coat with the collar turned up, it's snowing gently and you have to keep your cigarette covered so it won't be seen. The gun holster strapped to your side is digging into your arm as you lean nochalantly on a handy wall. You are meeting a double agent who is trying to escape the country from the clutches of a soviet mole whose identity is known only to him. Far fetched? but aren't all daydreams? And it sure beats thinking about the day you just had. Actually, in retrospect, I think I need to change the genre of my reading material.
No disrespect to our announcer, she is doing a great job, in fact a better job than her previous announcers - not one of them have ever been able to whisk us away (in our imaginations) from the drudge of catching public transport home.
With a few words she able to transport me away from 40 degree heat to a winter wonderworld full of danger and suspense.  Heeeeee.  A fellow traveller standing next to me tells me that her voice reminds him of a fabulous cruise on a Russian Ship he and his wife took about 10 years ago, I like my daydream better.
Excellent.