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IF YOU'RE THAT FUCKING IMPORTANT AND CLUED UP WITH REGARDS TO THE FT AND SHIT, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SAT IN 2ND CLASS YOU CUUUUUNNNNTTTT?????
Get it printed on a tshirt
IF YOU'RE THAT FUCKING IMPORTANT AND CLUED UP WITH REGARDS TO THE FT AND SHIT, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SAT IN 2ND CLASS YOU CUUUUUNNNNTTTT?????
Fried chicken off the bone is the best bus/tube/train food IMO

I don't mind the smell of fried chicken - although I know some people don't like it - but I think people who spit the bones all over the floor and leave the container under the seat should be made to lick the inside of the bus clean!![]()
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Teenage inadequacy hidden by a display of what he perceives to be machismo. And being an anti-social lout.What the fuck is all that about?
Nothing worse than grabbing a greasy hand rail in the morning.
Are you speaking from a personal encounter?Shit on the seat?

There was a 15 year old kid sat at the back of the bus 9am monday morning, playing really shitty dancehall, top volume on a shitty mobile phone - so loud it was distorting.
Some guy asked him to turn it down, and got a "shut up" in return. The driver came up and asked him to turn it down, which he did and then turned it up again as soon as he left.
What the fuck is all that about?
Shit on the seat?
I'm no better or worse a commuter than anybody else, personally. I used to be much better than everybody else, but it gave me so much stress and anxiety that in the end I gave in and joined the thronging mass. Now I sit in the aisle if it is slightly off-peak in the hope that if the carriage ends up semi-empty, I will have a free seat (no sighing if anybody turns up though, and I will move to the window in that case, not require them to squeeze through). And I listen to headphones that I am 97.5% sure nobody else can hear, but will not fret unduly if they can hear them. And I will walk like a zombie in the direction I want to go without courteously getting out of everybody's way. Because getting from the train to the tube in Waterloo alone is enough of a fucking disaster as to rob you of your soul if you'll let it and the only way to survive is to pretend you are somewhere else, preferably with the aid of a book or Nintendo DS.
You'll know me. I'll be the one dressed in business casual, with shoulder bag and a book/DS, shuffling forwards with no life in my eyes and performing all the commuting actions on autopilot. You can't miss me.We may have met
You'll know me. I'll be the one dressed in business casual, with shoulder bag and a book/DS, shuffling forwards with no life in my eyes and performing all the commuting actions on autopilot. You can't miss me.

I still aim for, and get, excitement out of commuting. For example, how quickly I can get DOWN the stairs to the tube platform at Farringdon, with a cup of coffee, while walking against a tide of FCC and tube passengers.
Or getting from the district line ticket barrier to the plat1-8 concourse at Victoria at high speed, without touching anyone.
Gosh no. I don't need to have any thoughts. There is a fucking GROOVE in the floor due to the route I take every day.Do you often choose the top of the escalator during rush hour to gather your thoughts?
Do you prefer to wait until you are right at the tube gate before searching for your Oyster Card?
While playing 'The Eye of the Tiger' at full blast on your headphones?

Don't do it on platforms? I do it making my towards and then into the fucking train.A fun one is seeing how many steps out of every 10 you can keep your eyes closed for, relying on memory and inuition and luck.
Don't do this on platforms obviously
a while ago on the bus there was some youngish bloke playing his music loudly through his phone - one person asked him politely to turn it down or off (which he didn't) and someone else asked too, saying it was annoying them as well. they were both very polite, but the bloke started having a go at them - "behave yourselves! you don't see me telling you what to do or telling you were to sit or whatever or to not put your bag on the seat so don't start telling me what to do!"
bless.
*tuts*
Such is their due.I take great pleasure in not diverting my course when I leave the tube one iota if there are people standing in front of the doors. I just barge straight into them.
Damn right. And I expect no less should I be the one standing in the wrong place. Damn our cattlelike eyes.I take great pleasure in not diverting my course when I leave the tube one iota if there are people standing in front of the doors. I just barge straight into them.
but the bike is much less stressful, and that includes elephant & castle roundabout

Kennington Park Road - Borough High Street and vice versa.There is a cut through that takes out both roundabouts, depending where you are going, of course
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