Local man, Martin Shuttlecock found himself coping with a deeply distressing set of circumstances last night, and today is relaxing quietly at home, expecting to make a complete recovery, and grateful to have emerged from his ordeal relatively unscathed.
Sipping a cup of tea, Shuttlecock choked back a flood of emotion as he described having gone to work as normal, completed his shift, and been dropped off at a nearby railway station to catch the train home.
Describing the train station as a lonely place with Shetland ponies on one side and rabbits on the other, Shuttlecock related how he approached the station, and successfully crossed a footbridge in order to reach the required platform.
Purchasing a ticket from a machine located on the platform, Shuttlecock shuddered as he described how his journey descended into chaos.
"It was all going smoothly until I looked up at the electronic departure board. When I did, my heard sank and I felt almost overcome with sheer terror. The Portsmouth and Southsea train, scheduled for 19:04 wasn't expected to arrive until 19:06. A full two minutes late. Two minutes alone, on a dark deserted train station somewhere between Southampton and hell. I felt my heart pound. I just felt so vulnerable - isolated, lost and alone. A great deal can happen in a full two minutes - especially on a Godforsaken train station somewhere near Southampton. I could only pace up and down the platform, counting each step as I strove to hold on to my sanity. Eventually the train came, and I completed my journey home from work. I just sat in the chair shaking and sobbing as I sipped from a bottle of absinthe, thankful to have survived. They say there won't be any lasting psychological damage, but I'm not so sure."
More Martin Shuttlecock related madness as we get it.
