Last night it was raining, I did not mind, I was on an evening train heading from Norwich to London. I was tired, had been up since 6am, and hardly had much sleep last night, so I just wanted to sit quitely. Well from Norwich to Colchester, two men of oriental persausion, had been talking very loudly. Their speach, which sounded Chinese, was as if excited and full of expressive, 'Ah----so---' The two of them had sounded like they were engaged in a busy street market transaction.

I had attempted to close my eyes, just let the journey pass by, however eyes closed or open, I was totaly immersed in these two men and their conversation. At one stage one of the men started laughing, sounding like an Australian Kookabura bird, it was most entertaining, made me smile no end.

For some their conversation was too loud, one man seated in front of them, and despite his listening to his iP3 player, he had taken as much as he could hack. Half an hour into the journey he gathered his things, looking very peeved as he did, he walked down the ailse disappearing into another carriage, you could feel sorry for him, but for me it added to the humor.

One of the two men was older than the other, perhaps he was in his fifties, the other in his thirties. Whatever discussion they were involved in, it was as if two actors were performing a chapter from the cult tv series, 'Kung Fu', the much older master was instructing the young novice monk, Grasshopper, in the ancient art, and relating its wisdom, as he did he gesticulated his hands gracefully.

It was at Colchester, as the train left the station, that I realised how quite the carriage had become, almost disappointing. I looked around to see if my entertainers had left at the last stop. To my great surprise they had not, they were both very sound asleep. The older man was leaning on the younger mans shoulder, his mouth wide open, he was in deep sleep. The younger man was also well away leaning, head back as if looking at the cieling. I took the oppertunity to now try and rest as the train headed to Liverpool Street, London.

After ten minutes, not all was as peaceful as it seemed. Snorings, like the sound of a pig with congestion were to be heard, not once but twice, and a sustained duo. The two men, now well asleep were seemingly continuing their conversation in a snoring dialogue, very loud and very amusing.

A fellow passenger some five seats in front of them was on his mobil, he stood up and let the person he was talking to hear this great performance. The master and young Grasshopper were deep in meditation, accompanied with deep inner thoughts. ZZZZZZZZZ

Nothing was going to disturb their transendental snoring, not station stops or slamming doors, nor announcement that we were arriving at Liverpool Street Station, their snoring was even deeper, melodic in a duet, with occasional rattlings of the throat, and chompings of the mouth.

As the train came to a halt, we all gathered our things and left. Leaving behind our entertainers, still snoring away. Maybe they went back to Norwich, blissfully unaware.

Thank you entertainers on the 20.00 from Norwich to London, a moment to remember.