Too true
There's a time and a place to be in a crammed, hot, sweaty environment full of leering perverts and 8am on a Monday morning in a subterranean rail carriage is certainly not it.

There are too many people for me to consider them as precious beings with their own dreams and aspirations. They're just a jumbled collection of sweating flesh and garish textiles and they're IN MY WAY.

To the arabic man standing on the left-hand-side of the descending escalator at Tottenham Court Road Tube, chatting in leisurely fashion to your wife by your side, if you snap back at me that you KNOW you shouldn't be there blocking my way then why the FUCK are you doing it?

Only possible, honest response: Because I'm a selfish prick!

Underground employees (I can't honestly call them workers) should be SAS trained and armed with cattle prods. Tourists/Novices banned during rush and lunch hours. Substandard hygiene = cattle-prod and immediate ejection at nearest station.

No delays for jumpers. Why can't they just wash down 100 paracetamol with a bottle of Smirnoff at home like everybody else? Clean them up after midnight. Signal failures? Responsible individual(s) to be clamped into gibbets next to the failed signal as a warning to other engineers...

Goodness, I'm half way to a manifesto. Might send this to that twat of a Mayor.
(Happybara The jungle came alive and took him, Thu 6 May 2010, 13:03, Reply)