Hunger In Liverpool

In the cafe at the railways station in Liverpool there was on a hot plate, a dish of sausages with mash potatoes. It, the food, had been there a long time waiting for someone hungry enough to buy this disgusting, dish, unprotected from cigarette smoke and sneezing people. There was a time – not long ago- when people smoked silly cigarettes smoked all over the place, tables overflowing of dirty ashtrays and I was glad when smokers had to go outside to lit up, even though I too was a smoker at the time. I was going to London for the week but lost my train I was too occupied with the plate of sausage waiting for someone to buy the filthy food; no one did so I got up and bought the lonely lunch this unspeakable last plate readymade food and threw it into the waste bin. I got a late train to London and back then not many places to eat at night And I could not help thinking of sausage and mash.