Life is a Cabaret, Old Chum
It was late at night, the last train to glasgow, after a full day’s photography for Pride Scotia, and I was expecting everything to be quiet, and time for a little shut eye.
Instead, two drag queens got on, and after charming most of the coach, proceeded to lead a singalong of the whole coach- disco, show tunes, you name it- all the way back to Glasgow. In the best way imaginable. Everybody loved it. Even the grumpy drunken farts being awoken up with a whole coach-worth of singalongashowtune.
As we arrived in Queen Street, a tourist who got on in Linlithgow breathed to me: “Best. Train. Journey. Ever.”