Public Transport TraumaCompletely Underwhelmed writes, "I was on a bus the other day when a man got on wearing shorts, over what looked like greeny grey leggings. Then the stench hit me. The 'leggings' were a mass of open wounds, crusted with greenish solidified pus that flaked off in bits as he moved."
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chthonic, Thu 29 May 2008, 15:13)
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Early rant.Virgin trains users:
I tend to work on the assumption that the words "Quiet Coach" are quite unproblematically written in, and meant to be read in, standard English. As such, the quiet coach is one that passengers may expect to be... well... quiet.
How, then, can so many people interpret the words "Quiet Coach" to mean "This is where to come with your screaming snotbrat"?
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Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 29 May 2008, 15:22,
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it is not limitedto Virgin trains.
First Great Western: lose the 'Great'.
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crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Thu 29 May 2008, 15:35,
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I fucking hate the bastards. Come in with either screaming children, or spend the journey chatting loudly on their phones, or almost as bad, spend it texting without putting their phone on silent.
Absolute load of cunts.
(, Thu 29 May 2008, 15:46, closed)
That reminds me of one time I was on a tube,and some beggar gets on with an accordian, starts playing his music and then looks to me and grins. I look up from my book, gesture towards the "Please keep your music down" sign on the walls and go back to reading. I could hear the giggles of the people nearby. :D That was one of my best moments.
(, Thu 29 May 2008, 15:47, closed)
I do it!I regularly travel with a toddler on Virgin trains, and we almost always use the quiet coach.
Why? Because it's the one in which he's most likely to be quiet. Two year olds don't (or at least my two year old doesn't) like noise any more than the rest of us, and in a nice quiet coach he'll almost invariably settle down with a book, or small piece of paper, or whatever's amusing him on the day. On the rare occasions when he doesn't, and decides to make noise, we go next door.
The real art of travelling with a small child is finding the table-for-four which a snotty business person is trying to keep to themselves (aisle seat, laptop in front of them papers all over the table, luggage on the seats opposite), smilingly take the "vacant" seats and watch the bugger squirm.
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Has anyone noticed.....the guffy crap smell that all virgin trains seem to have?
Its a shitty smell, but always the SAME shitty smell...
(, Fri 30 May 2008, 15:49, closed)
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