Wild times on the GC light rail

YOU take your chances at times on the Gold Coast light rail. I know – I’m a fan.

It’s a convenient alternative to driving when those after-work knock-off “networking” functions and engagements carry on past when you intended. Often.

I can see where Hermann Vorster is coming from with calls for marshals.

I’ve seen all sorts – youth sniffing glue, weirdos seat hopping and trying to chat with strangers which make them uncomfortable and no doubt yearn for the next stop so they can get off. I once saw two teen boys discussing how they would love to “knock out” some other kid they didn’t know on the same carriage who happened to be randomly looking their way.

“Why do you keep staring?” one kept yelling at the other kid who was bewildered by the hostility. A mate of Mr Hostility murmured he wished Mr Bewildered had a friend so he had someone to “crack” too. But they both slunk off when their stop arrived with no harm done.

The strangest moment I’ve had was just before midnight on a final tram out of Broadwater Parklands. A giant of a man wigging out on who knows what was up the front and I was the only other passenger – aside from a guy sitting across from me up the back listening to music.

Mr Wiggy was screaming about some sort of internal struggle only he could understand before he charged full sprint down the centre aisle in our direction as the tram lurched forward. I looked at the bloke across from me whose music was up too loud to notice and said, “Hey mate, I think we’re on here.” Mr Wiggy stopped on a dime 2m from what would have been an ugly scene. And then carried on screaming to himself. Myself and Mr DJ looked at each other, and both exited next stop. “Bugger that,” Mr DJ said.