BabbelOn recently had cause to take a commuter train into the city.
Settling down with a good book, your travelling correspondent soaked in the vista as the train shunted its way down the green Blue Mountains.
At one of the last stops before the (Emu) plains, the adjacent seat was taken by an aged chap sporting a parka, pulled down cap and a backpack. His long grey hair was pinned back loosely and his longer beard was scraggly.
After squeezing in and stuffing his backpack between his legs, he unzipped it and pulled out a notebook (Dell) and a portable DVD player (make unknown) and joined them up on his knee. He then plugged in some earphones, dipped into his pocket for a snack (type unknown) and scrunched down to watch his DVD.
BabbelOn was begrudgingly impressed with his companion’s techno-savvy but could not help observing (the seats were rather limited ergonomically) that his neighbour’s choice of audiovisual material did appear to be on the nubile side. Fresh-faced American teens dancing about in pyjamas.
This did seem rather spicy for the 7.34 to Central. As the remainder of the carriage was filled with kids and mums off to the Easter show, the contrast was almost alarming.
At one point, the material appeared to overcome BabbelOn’s travelling companion and he whispered what sounded to BabbelOn like
“… into the fire”
What flames were consuming him? Not those of forbidden (and most certainly illegal) desire, surely? And then, again, this time louder
“… into the fire”
The situation was becoming distinctly uncomfortable for your correspondent, trapped next to a possible sex offender in the process of, literally, firing up.
BabbelOn became more attentive, in as unobtrusive a manner as possible given the circumstances.
The principal character in the audio-visual entertainment bore a resemblance to a young Sarah Michelle Gellar. This calmed BabbelOn somewhat, reassured in the knowledge that an actor of such stature would never appear in anything less than tasteful.
A small bell then rang in your correspondent’s Monday morning mind.
Buffy. Of course.
Pedophile terror alert downgraded to beige.
Subsequent post-detraining BabbelOnian research reveals that the episode in question was Once More With Feeling, something of a classic, not only rated 9.6/10 by discerning IMDB patrons but the 12th best musical of all time by Channel 4 viewers (just behind My Fair Lady).
And “into the fire” is a lyric from one of the songs.
Public transport lessons learned; #1 the 7.37 from Wentworth Falls to Central takes exactly two hours, and #2 anything else is speculation.


