No respect.
Me and the then-GF had spent the night at Riff-Raff at the West Indian Center in Leeds and were on the 7.30 train back home the next morning. We were coming down on E's and feeling rather content, watching the world go by and having a cuddle (well, actually, planning what to do to each other once we got home).

Then four little gobshites got on the train and sat directly opposite us.

And started playing their cunting MP3's. Blasting them out from the loudspeaker of some shitty mobile phone.

We gave it 5 minutes, and then the GF decided she'd had enough.

"Will you please turn that down? It's too early in the bloody morning."

Little Gobshite #1: "Did you just swear?"
Laura: "No, I said 'Bloody'."
Little Gobshite #2: "She did! She said 'Fucking!'"
Little Gobshite #1: "She fucking swore!"
Laura: "OH, FUCK OFF!"

And they did.

It was possibly the most bizzare experience of my life.
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Fri 18 Apr 2008, 11:22, Reply)