Day one.

The idea behind this blog is quite simple, I, the hapless writer, will divulge a variety of topics that pop up in my mind over my 42 minute (est. time) 7am journey on the train home from work. Being that I am more likely to sway towards creating a word based Dali-esque piece of literature when sleepy from a mere couple of hours of rest, and with my brain taking a daydream-like conscious train for the general criteria of my thoughts in the first place, This I am hopeful, will bring about a blog of some mild interest.
Today is the first time I have ever taken this journey, and as I type into my touch screen I am boxing out the obesity sat next to me from splurging over onto the arm rest and essentially into my space. Don't get me wrong I'm all for human rights, but I fear that his overzealous approach to eating will end with an arm more resembling a cushion invading my personal space, whereas the other way round, my arm doesn't even breach his bulky perimeter. I believe this is a fair and just approach for all parties involved, particularly myself.
Unfortunately while I approach this blog I have been included in a socio-nasal experiment, in which I am sat across a table from two beautiful young females, boxed in my space by a pie machine and the appeal to be sat down on a busy train (which may backfire given my stop is but one before the one that the majority of standing aisle intruders will depart at), and I am sniffing back the premature ejaculate of a currently dormant nose bleed volcano.
Now, this initial geezer gush will eventually explode half of my face of and look like the aftermath of a baby push (muse reference much?) but for now it is tame, even if it does have the social equivalent of the devestation yellowstone park's majestic volcanic beast will create geographically when its 80km square miles of land is projectile vomitted into the air(or so I am lead to believe; national geographic inundates my brain with currently useless geographic knowledge)
Luckily, I say in jest of the likelihood of the event happening, I generally have a nasal cavity likened once again to a magma chamber, in that the time frame is impossible to detect as to when I'll be shouting 'tharrr she blowsss', I can merely suggest due to the relevant tendancy (discarding anomalies which I'll come back to) that I expect it to be a couple of days until I erupt.
Anomalies; a word used in this context to describe risque early bursts and anti-climaxes; one way of course more favourable than the other. Anomalies of the lesser preference can occur for a number of reasons, most of which lead back to me being hit in the face, accidentally or on purpose. I have also just realised that this year I've come across the irritation that is hayfever, and that this sneeze tickling my nose may make the pretty girls across from me - wistfully dosing as they are -  look like Josh Hartnett in 30 days of night post-chopping-a-small-child's-head-off.
Today is going to be full of surprises, but here is my stop, so I shall bid you adieu!