Mobile phone conversations on the c2c seem infintiely more annoying than those on the tube. Probably something to do with the train itself being quiter and the fact you don't suddenly whizz underground. I realised the other day, after learning all about a global divisional manager's pregnancy ("I told them I want my bonus to cover my annual childcare. If they really value me..."), that most of these aren't actually conversations but monologues. The person on the other end doesn't seem to get a word in edgeways. A snippet from tonight's gem.
Overheard on the 18.09 from Limehouse to Shoeburyness.
I 'ad to go to f***king Next to buy a pair of f***king shoes. We was well spannered last night and our shoes was shitted up. Some f***ing thieving pikey f***king nicked 'em, didn't they? F***ing pikey bastard! Four pairs we left in the porch. All f***ing jacked. Steve did his bollocks off. 'Ad to come to work in me suit and trainers. Felt like a right f***king dick on the train.
(He was wearing a pair of trousers, an off-white polo shirt and a grey zip-up cardigan. With shiny new shoes).
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My dislike of mobile phones and the people who abuse them is well documented. I feel for you, having to listen to this drivel, presumably on the way home from a long day at work.
And don't you just hate stupid ringtones? And half the time it's people in their 40s who have the stupidest ones! Grow the f*@k up, you Peter f***ing Pan. I don't get mobile phones...
I love how you captured his accent in that post. Hilarious!
Yep, sounds like my boss.
Mobile phone, great invention. Turned into an annoying novelty by millions of dickheads the world over, but mostly, it seems, in England.
Yes hilarious indeed.
Any converation sounds inane when you only hear one side, but never worth admitting when yu just wnat to condemn a stranger for no reason. I do it every time I ride the bus.
A killer for the karma I suspect!
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