(diaryland) November 30, 2012 - 2:55 p.m.

Yesterday morning, at about 8:50AM, I may have suffered a time slip. Yeah, I was supremely late for work, but this was more than that.

Walking up the ramp at Oakleigh train station, a ruffled dandy c. 1790 was striding briskly the other way.

Was it a ghost? A tosser? A thespian?

Probably not the first one, because this town was only invented in the 1840s.

Unless the ghost was out of date at the time of living.

Nobody bat an eyelid, so who knows? Maybe it was a combination of all three.