Crow's uninformed, ad hoc "reckon"
In the Western world, where food is plentiful and basic comforts such as shelter, warmth and medicine are easily afforded, we do face a population of increasingly large individuals. This is partly genetic, as people seek taller partners and go on to pop out offspring who will have a genetic predisposition to grow tall themselves, and partly down to the richer diet that is much easier to obtain than it was, say 200 years ago. Like many on this thread, I happen to be about 6'2", and have simply had to get used to the fact that public transport was not designed for legs like mine. Nor, indeed, were many older buses designed to accommodate my neck. But as Chompy says, if it's just 10cm in 2000 years, we'll probably manage.

And before I do start suggesting that we should adjust transport to fit our larger frames, I would be inclined to cite this as a counterexample: what a fat cunt. Seriously, how in the name of jolly-rogering, hairy-ball-bouncing fuck do you expect to fit into a standard aircraft seat like that? Most of us have to pay a surcharge if we have the temerity to put that little bit too much weight in our hand luggage so why the fuck didn't they make him pay a surcharge on his hideously overgrown arse?

I appreciate that everyone's metabolism differs, and that some of us find it easier to lose weight than others; I for one am concerned about the beer belly that's catching up with me after many years of far too much ale. But there's a limit. There's a line that has to be drawn between the challenges of working with your metabolism and natural figure, and just not being able to put the fucking pies down. I'm amazed this gastropod was even able to book his ticket with fingers that must have resembled soggy, wobbling Cornish pasties. Was he able to find his passport in his back pocket or did they have to send a mountaineering expedition round his waist outside passport control? Holy mother of cock, I'm surprised the plane wasn't sagging in the middle where he'd sat down. And he probably smelt funny as well. It's the person sat next to him I feel sorry for.

*mashes face on keyboard*
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 1 Dec 2009, 10:57, 4 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I think I may hand over my 'voice of reason' status, reading that

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 1 Dec 2009, 10:59, Reply)

I'm not sure I could step into your boots
I can but aspire to such a totem of angered, vitriolic, face-punching common sense.
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 1 Dec 2009, 11:35, Reply)

He is a bit on the large side

( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Tue 1 Dec 2009, 10:59, Reply)

He smells of cheese. And onions, And cheese 'n' onion.
I can just tell.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 1 Dec 2009, 10:59, Reply)

and wee.
And tit-mould.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 1 Dec 2009, 11:05, Reply)

Oh yeah
Crusty weeflakes
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 1 Dec 2009, 11:06, Reply)

Scotland's breakfast of choice

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 1 Dec 2009, 11:07, Reply)

Superb...

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 1 Dec 2009, 11:11, Reply)

Excellent stuff
going from intelligent discussion to vicious diatribe in short order.

like the way you did it
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Tue 1 Dec 2009, 10:59, Reply)