• tom_500Tom

    I’m Tom. Aka Dad. I commute to London every day – looking out over fields instead of tunnels or traffic jams brightens my mornings.

  • Rashmika

    Rashmika

    I’m Rashmika, or Mum to some. I spend half my life shuttling Tom, the kids and Nan to the station. It’s our little portal to the world outside.

     

  • Ash

    Ash

    I’m Ash and I’m nine and I thinks we should all respect mother nature and protect the animals coz they can’t protect themselves and the train is way cool.

  • Izzy

    Izzy

    I’m Izzy. I’m sixteen. I like the train because it’s the only way I can afford to get away from all this…lameness.  I just hope none of my friends see this.

  • Nan

    Nan

    I’m Nan. I am of a certain age plus a decade or two, but I still know how to rock. The train helps me keep a bit of independence – getting out to meet old friends. And buy records of course.

THE BLOG NOW ARRIVING
October 12, 2012

“No! You are not coming!” Izzy yelled. “You don’t mind Nan seeing you,” said Tom. “Nan understands the spirit of rock. Not like you two fossils.” Tom looked at me. “Ouch,” he said. “Well we’re coming,” I said in my stern voice. “Brenda and me are making cakes for the audience and dad is helping…

October 5, 2012

The Shattered Heart In a dark and desolate place, My joy has sunk without a trace, Now I know the kiss of  pain, I will never be the same again. My heart is scarred, the tears I cried, Though dry, will haunt me till I die. Ghost Train are back! The sisters of darkness are…