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Monday, 1 October 2018
Rat
I was on New Cross Gate station and
it was late, trains were being cancelled,
there weren’t many of us waiting, some
people had given up, gone back upstairs
and looking for night buses, the lights from
Sainsbury’s were being switched off, and
I noticed some rats, they were coming out
of a concrete ditch next to the platform
and on to the platform itself, people said
that’s what happens when people chuck
their take-aways away, they end up in that
ditch and the rats feed off it, and soon there
were as many as ten or even twenty rats
all over Platform 5 and some of them were
bold enough to come right up to our feet
as if our shoes were good to eat, and then
this guy with coloured trousers standing next
to me said he was starving, and I said, me
too, though I’d just had a houmous wrap
from the Beirut and he was staring at the rats,
like he was jealous of them that they had
plenty to eat and still no train came, and
he groped inside his jacket and took out
a kind of toasting fork, a long spiky fork
thing and before anyone said anything he
speared one of the rats. The rest of us
looked a bit startled but covered it with shrugs
and smiles and then he knelt down and killed
it with a little penknife. He took a flattened
tin can thing out of another one of his pockets,
laid it down on the platform, filled it up with bits
of stuff that I couldn’t quite make out in the dark,
but he lit it with a lighter and laid a kind of grille
over the top of it, and just as quickly and neatly
put the rat on top. He was roasting the rat
on platform 5 of New Cross Gate Station. The
little group of us standing there were staring
and there was one guy saying over and over
again, ‘I don’t believe this...’ And still no train
came and you could smell the rat cooking.
I was wondering why he hadn’t skinned
it before he put it on the grill but he had
other plans because after a while, he used
his fork to pull the rat off and he laid it down
on a paper plate he had pulled out of another
pocket and he started to skin it. Just then
we heard the train coming and though I wanted
to see whether he really was going to eat it
I was pretty keen to get home, I had an
early start in the morning and so I got on
the train and as it pulled out, I thought I
saw him, pick a bit of the rat up towards
his mouth, but I can’t say I’m 100% sure
of it.