Singing- I love it!
It may be childish, and possibly the weird side of eccentric, but I don't remotely give a shit. I'll happily sing songs that are in my head in public, sing along to the radio, or sing along with Mum as we drive along with the car.

I will make paper aeroplanes and throw them in public. I will happily glide around on supermarket trolleys. I will, at some point, make the Oyster card Harry Potter wand and say "Expelliarmus" at the ticket gates. And with a smile on my face as I do it.

In fact, it's not childish, it's an expression of joy. Anyone who wants to talk that down can quite frankly insert themselves into an elephant's cavernous arsehole.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Tue 22 Sep 2009, 11:57, 3 replies)

Good for you.
"In fact, it's not childish, it's an expression of joy. Anyone who wants to talk that down can quite frankly insert themselves into an elephant's cavernous arsehole."

Quite right, too. Anyone who can be joyful on teh tube is a good thing - as long as they leave me alone, that is...
( DrPrunesquallor is determined to post more as of, Tue 22 Sep 2009, 14:13, closed)

Wrong spell
You don't want to disarm the gates, you want to open them.
( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Tue 22 Sep 2009, 14:28, closed)

Ok then... sectumsempra.
Should slice them apart.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Tue 22 Sep 2009, 15:08, closed)