I go through Stratford in the evenings
The number of bloody shoppers from that new Westfield site lumbering on the train during the rush hour, laden with bags and complaining there's no-where for them to sit and spread out.

One even complained in a loud voice that "if a few of you sat together there'd be some seats in a row for us", as if we should heard ourselves down one end of the carriage just to suit them.

I'm the first to offer help if someone needs it, but fuck 'em if they try to demand it.
(Kliper Filllets Getting noticed by twats on the internet since, Tue 6 Mar 2012, 12:11, Reply)