Barking Station. Friday. Early evening.
Man abuses train driver as she closes the doors on a tube that's terminating.
She sounds two sharp toots on the horn as she pulls away.
He screams "Bollocks."
We all laugh.
He abuses everyone on the platform.
I am a "f**king four-eyed c**t" on the way down the platform and a "frizzy c**t" on the return leg.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Followers
Blog Archive
-
▼
2006
(162)
-
▼
November
(18)
- Two kinds of men
- A moment in time
- Something else to polish
- Back in the real world
- Reason for the rain...
- Branching Out
- It'll be alright in 2012
- Direct Action
- Overheard
- Most people waiting for the tube at Upney are eith...
- High tensile fencing
- Table à deux
- Barking Station. Friday. Early evening.Man abuse...
- Moving Stairs
- Shelves and Mugs
- Winter's Coming
- Overheard
- For Shep
-
▼
November
(18)
About Me
- ems
- Intelligent-ish, happy, smiley, friendly, honest, pig-headed and a major chatterbox (but very occasionally shy like Piglet).With big curly hair.
3 comments:
That's the trouble with public transport, all the wierdos use it as well.
You'll make me regret I moved out of London with this sort of posts...
Londoners, so rude, we get none of that up here in the capital city of Nottingham!
Post a Comment