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I’m on the early train to Dublin sitting opposite two beautiful young women. As usual everyone is preoccupied with laptops and phone calls. There is a distinct air of the workplace in the B Carriage today.
The two young women are going to Carlow it turns out. (Well I’m at their table so although they are ignoring me, I can’t help but hear the whole story!) You see yer man, the boss, is apparently an ignorant yoke, and has asked them to come in on their day off as a load of football supporters are staying over for a few days. They work as receptionists in a hotel there. Oh, he’s so mean and miserable but this time he was very stuck and offered them a bit of extra cash to come in.
He runs a tight ship, but mark my words if the blonde young one isn’t going to give him a piece of her mind if he uses that tone again. Rude as anything, he criticised her high heeled boots and asked if she wouldn’t wear a pair of flats while she was on the front desk. Flats!!!! Sure if she wore them she wouldn’t be able to look the customers in the eye! She’s about 5ft 2.
For this granny there is still a certain excitement in catching the early morning train to Dublin that I suppose has been there for me since childhood. My favourite part of this journey, oddly, is coming back into Plunkett Station Waterford at the end of the day. I usually stand with my face pressed against the glass of the exit door and peer into the river. Is there a train anywhere that goes so close to the edge! The power and width of the river, older than any of us, and the beautiful view of the city and the twinkling lights of evening never fail to move me.
I still use the train a few times a month. I leave home at about 7 and after a wing and a prayer that I will find parking there, usually catch the 7.50 to Dublin. My day is full and while I would often like to stay on later than the last train, it’s essential to drop everything and make sure you get back there for 6.30. There in Heuston Station, commuters line up ready to run all the way down to Platform 7. When it is eventually announced, there is a stampede.
Back on the early train the two young women, with the perfect skin and the immaculate hair, take out enormous make-up bags and begin to line up the contents on the table in front of us. I want to kick yer man beside me under the table, so astonished am I by the weight and heft of the bags and the chemist shop of cosmetics held inside.
Mirrors, and the added complication of one boyfriend on the iPad having a long chat, are set out and then the process begins. The first layer is applied with a thick brush. I am startled by the thickness and the rough brushing onto their perfect little faces. They chat away and the boyfriend joins in.
There are other layers and highlights which have to be added to the face and neck, an assortment of colours and jars and then we move onto the eyes. Now the eyes are a challenge as the train is wobbling and the false eyelashes are tricky to apply. These are adjusted over a period of about twenty minutes and when we stop in Kilkenny they are finally readjusted and we are all greatly relieved that no one suffered an injury from a poke in the eye!
Onwards to Carlow, face and eyes completed now for the lips and most surprisingly of all, stick on studs. They come on a plastic sheet and one is stuck to the outer eyebrow, while the other is for the side of the nose.
When we finally approach Carlow, the bits and bobs are piled back into the giant make-up bags and they get ready to leave us. One of them accidentally drops a lacy item onto the table as she throws her rucksack over her shoulder. It almost hits the man beside me in the face. As I try to figure out what to do next he picks it up and says, you dropped this.
The blonde woman, now standing up to leave, leans over, grabs the lacy item and stuffs it in the bag. Not a word is said. Just a kind of dirty look and a continuation of the chat between them as if the poor man didn’t exist, never mind myself, now mortified for him and eager to help out if needed.
Not a bit of it. He goes straight back to his laptop and the two hotel receptionists chat casually while they walk to the door in their very high heels with their faces perfected in every way. Faces that took slightly over an hour to complete before they could face the rest of the day. None of my business I decide and put my head down.
I go on listening to the audio of an epic book called Prophet Song by Paul Lynch. Everything is going to pot in the story and no-one has time for make-up. Grannies have no time for make-up either. Just a slap of sunscreen, some Vaseline for the drying lips and we are ready for the day!!!
(First published in my column, As I see it, Waterford News and Star. June 2024)
Pat says
Great write up… interesting that train journeys have become pop up beauty parlours for the young.. I once sat across from one young woman, fascinated watching her applying false nails with a different picture on each nail… and yes oblivious to anyone else around her. Xx
Catherine Drea says
Oh Pat, I find it mind blowing and yet quite fascinating! Lovely to hear from you. C.
Sue Legg says
Delightful entertaining read thanks Catherine. The younger generation certainly have no qualms when it comes to doing ‘things’ in public! Yesterday when getting petrol at a busy service station, there were two young ones standing filling the car but snogging away all the while! I mean ‘get a room’ came to mind!!! Our generation were all about behind closed doors. No more I’m afraid. I did have to giggle at the mention of the almighty stampede when the gates opened for our line at Houston. In the end I gave up & hoped for the best! And now as well, it’s all about nourishing the ole skin, sunscreen & hat & to hell with the makeup!
Catherine Drea says
Haha Sue! I think we are on the same page there. Where would one even start with make-up! Let’s just enjoy the freedom from effort in that department. There are quite a few advantages to this old lady game! Cx