Jim appeared.
He was getting on the same train as me but he was the driver.
I remember him in the ymca when one of our workers hugged him tight for a long time on the pavement outside the ymca. Hugged him until he settled down and reversed his desire to fling himself under a passing car.
I remember taking him to Switzerland on a European ymca event. All he ever wanted to talk about and errr do ........ was to drink and get drunk and pull all the women. He discovered new pleasures there.
I remember him in failed relationships and him moving on to a ymca flat and becoming independent. I remember him training for a British Rail qualification as a driver and ...................
TODAY I TRAVELLED IN HIS TRAIN!!
