Yeah that's the controller's uniform. And you can get on their train. It's quite amazing. (Sorry about crappy photo: moving train, low light, shitty phone cam, bollocks, excuses)
Being a train inspector must be pretty soul-destroying.
You can state 'tickets please' every 10 minutes, every day of the week, but does any fucker ever take the time to agree with you? :(((
(drimblehe'd been white, he'd been black,
Mon 25 Feb 2013, 20:04,
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I do this.
It's a suprisingly ok job if you are nice to people. As everyone just expects you to be a complete bastard all the time so anything above that catches them off guard.
(gardenclawmac fuckes your gradeds balls!,
Mon 25 Feb 2013, 20:26,
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McDonalds have gotten away with this statement for years now because it's not a descriptor of the product contents, it's the name of the company they buy their burgers from.
Incidentally, it's also a wholly-owned subsidiary of McDonalds.
(KerrisisThere's someone in my head, but it's not me.,
Mon 25 Feb 2013, 23:55,
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They are real
We used to get them at the Colonel in Bulford.
(LordManleytwitter.com/LordManley,
Mon 25 Feb 2013, 20:53,
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Christ, can't you at least carry around a mobile studio - I've got more important things to do than squint all evening.*
*May be a lie.
(Jabberwocmisses D.R. and Quinch,
Mon 25 Feb 2013, 21:08,
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RPM is shite. Give it up.
(da5id<YOUR SIG HERE>,
Mon 25 Feb 2013, 22:16,
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You don't like RPM? You must be a torque man then...
That likes big heavy pistons slowly thrusting up and down in long well oiled cylinders. Feeding on heavy fuel oil and dense air in the bowels of a vast rusting hulk. Driving a giant propeller nonchalantly into the turbid waters of your innermost desires. Sweet.