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Arriving at the station I realise it’s the school train. At this point I am the only adult customer. Girls and boys sitting on every surface. Short skirts, short sleeves, sunglasses. 8am and its already 20C. Even the woman selling tickets is tiny - taking a break from her big bowl of little cereal O’s to take my money. As we get nearer the train time more adults arrive. But as we board and they yelp and call names, the kids compete for seats, to be sat by their friends, just as they do every morning.

Boasts of last nights adventures. Jumping, shouting and kicking. Swaggering bravados and their hangers on, made up girls looking bored by the same old banter. More artfully dolled up lolitas with lush blonde hair and tiny shorts watching other girls going by, and criticising their fashion choices. Balancing absurdly large and chic hand bags on their laps.

Labels: glasgow, kids, school train, train