I used to regularly commute to London
which was a journey occasionally delayed by some thoughtless git who chose to An Hero via public transport rather than something a bit less intrusive. If anyone's in that position, may I suggest autoerotic asphyxiation (aka the stranglewank) or just inhaling a monkeyload of nitrous, as it's likely to be less shit than being pulverised by several hundred tons of train and corpulent commuters.

That aside, during my initial soujourns down the smoke where this obstructed my work I was initially somewhat restrained in my reportage - this being a family friendly org with the type of bimbling, child-rearing boredom-magnets that are thoroughly offended by the merest hint of gallows humour.

After two platform-jumpers in the same week thoroughly fucked with my chi, I returned to the office with the declaration "it was delayed due to the wrong type of mince on the line".
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(_ =o.o=, Fri 7 Dec 2012, 2:27, Reply)