Today I've had the dubious pleasure of being on a rail replacement bus service.
One hour of sheer fucking torture thanks to a group of a dozen pissed, foul mouthed, inconsiderate, racist, misogynistic, homophobic, gobshite surplus football fan scum.
Highlights include repeated renditions of The Jam's
Going Underground the only words of which they knew were 'going' and 'underground'.
Many a happy bellowed chorus of "Ooooo baby... Oooo! Ah!... I wanna know-ow-ow if you'll be my girl"
Countless repetitions of 'Here we go, here we go, here we go' and not forgetting the oh so fucking amusing 'The wheels on the bus go round and round'
Why the fuck should normal humans have to put up with pondlife like this?
I have a solution... Direct rail links to football stadia transporting the oxygen thieves to an enclosure surrounded with twenty foot electrified razor-wire fences where they can be herded in to watch a pig's bladder being kicked up and down a field for ninety minutes.
Given their penchant for acting like a bunch of fucking animals I suggest they be transported in locked cattle trucks and on the return journey be left in a siding with the rest of the freight until such a time as they can be delivered to their homes without pissing off people who have IQs higher than a retarded amoeba... about 4am would probably be about right. If they die from exposure so much the better.
Don't bother telling me they are an exception I've seen this sort of cretinous nonsense more times than I care to remember.
Oh... and just for the record my lack of interest in sport is no different to your lack of interest in the works of Johann Sebastian Bach... I don't care means I don't care and therefore I don't support any fucking team.
And one last thing... 'You' didn't play well. 'You' weren't on the field you wanker. You're no more responsible for the outcome of a football match than I am for the outcome of the Battle of Britain you fucking moron.