I just (hour ago) caught a quiet, half empty train from London to Northampton UK, and I rushed on and sat down. When the train pulled in to Northampton I stood up, and I saw, getting up from a seat directly behind me, Mr Alan Moore. I had to look a couple of times to be sure, but it was him.
He had the same messy hair and beard as always, very tall and thin, he was wearing a brown hoodie and black jeans. He was holding a walking stick carved in a snake-skin texture, and had spikey rings on his fingers.
As the train stopped, he saw me looking at him, and gave me a kind of little nod as if he acknowledged that I knew who he was. I wanted to go up and say something, but what? Anyway, as we left the train, we ended up walking in a line with me directly behind him, and I kept wanting to say excuse me thanks for writing top ten or something. I kept thinking I'd impress him being a fan of his ABC books, but my mind just was racing and I couldn't think of anything.
Also, he seemed in a hurry, like he was striding along really purposefully. I think he sped up when he saw me looking at him.
Then he went to the exit of the station and disappeared into Northampton town, and I just watched him go and then went back to my platform to carry on to Cov.
I can't believe I spent a whole 20 minute train journey with Alan Moore directly behind me, and didn't even speak to him or know he was there
He was in a hurry once he left, but the train was so quiet and he wasn't reading or anything, I'm sure he wouldn't have minded a quick hello.
Missed chance. But to get to see him 

He had the same messy hair and beard as always, very tall and thin, he was wearing a brown hoodie and black jeans. He was holding a walking stick carved in a snake-skin texture, and had spikey rings on his fingers.
As the train stopped, he saw me looking at him, and gave me a kind of little nod as if he acknowledged that I knew who he was. I wanted to go up and say something, but what? Anyway, as we left the train, we ended up walking in a line with me directly behind him, and I kept wanting to say excuse me thanks for writing top ten or something. I kept thinking I'd impress him being a fan of his ABC books, but my mind just was racing and I couldn't think of anything.
Also, he seemed in a hurry, like he was striding along really purposefully. I think he sped up when he saw me looking at him.
Then he went to the exit of the station and disappeared into Northampton town, and I just watched him go and then went back to my platform to carry on to Cov.
I can't believe I spent a whole 20 minute train journey with Alan Moore directly behind me, and didn't even speak to him or know he was there

He was in a hurry once he left, but the train was so quiet and he wasn't reading or anything, I'm sure he wouldn't have minded a quick hello.



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