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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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And within about 5 minutes have been privy to: a small child running about stealing things; a woman nearly driving an old person-carrying-buggy into someone; and a man trying to subtlely look at pron mags in whsmiths. So, amuse me since i have trains, or tell me interesting tales of train travel.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 9:50, 105 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
as a means of transporting his moustache to concerts
FACT
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 9:53, Reply)
although making fun of trains and/or Freddie Mercury is like shooting fish in a barrel
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:21, Reply)
Except in this one Tom Hanks revives his character from Philidelphia and bums children all the way to lapland?
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:21, Reply)
"If you dont beleive in santa, you know what happens?"
"I wont get any presents?"
"No, you die of an AIDS related illness"
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:23, Reply)
this bemused me.
(I live in Manchester)
Got the tube for the first time in ages/since Thursday yesterday. Urgh.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 9:54, Reply)
In glasgow central. It's far too english for my liking.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:07, Reply)
Apparently she could hear bits of the jumper bouncing along under the carriages.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 9:58, Reply)
that's exactly wht I thought when I read that post
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:28, Reply)
Arse. Can't actually view it at work.
Is this better? - www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKB4h9gvmm0
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:47, Reply)
Got a ticket for my destination, mmmm.
None of the above is true
I used to hate trains but now I love them.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 9:59, Reply)
I get messages on my mobile from gilrs I know and it'll just be 2 minutes of them talking nonsense, just complete stream of conciousness. No relevance to anything or any reason to leave a message!
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:11, Reply)
It's very embarrasing next morning when you are forced to listen to it.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:14, Reply)
Your call register will tell you I called.
If I get no answer and it's important, I'll follow it with an explanatory text.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:16, Reply)
Due to the price, time it takes, and the other people commonly found on them.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:05, Reply)
Go on - have a guess.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:37, Reply)
was by an unknown female student in 2007 travelling to Reading from Bristol Temple Meads. Experts have concluded that during the 45 minute journey she spouted a constant stream of shit for the entire journey, never once saying something of worth or merit. It has been calculated that enough verbal diarrhoea was created to back up the Greater London Sewage System for 5 months had it been actual human excreta.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:03, Reply)
All the way from Leeds to London, in the quiet carriage.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:04, Reply)
but then i'm a miserable shitleg
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:06, Reply)
I have exiled* noisy people from the quiet carriage before.
*ok, attempted to...not always been successful...was called a cunt once.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:15, Reply)
But on trains I become easily-irritable, and charged with holy wrath.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:26, Reply)
The train seems expensive and the coach stops in heatrow for nearly an hour.
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(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:12, Reply)
assuming you've got a licence.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:12, Reply)
But that's probably because I'm in Scotland. I'd guess driving would be best.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:10, Reply)
...in Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey but is now used to describe all stops for trains.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:11, Reply)
and got sick of people on the phone all the time so I bought a second hand phone jammer on eBay for £50 - peace and quiet on the train from then onwards.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:14, Reply)
Yep, yep you need to have a license. Highly doubt you'll ever be caught though.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:17, Reply)
Or rather, something which just broadcasts an annoying noise at the frequencies at which phones operate.
Better still would be if I could modulate a recorded message onto it, along the lines of
"Having extended mobile telephone conversations whilst on a train is annoying, inconsiderate to others and, most importantly, IF YOU DON'T STOP, THE TICKET INSPECTOR WILL BUM YOU."
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:42, Reply)
but precisely half as annoying as having to endure two people chatting inanely to each other in the carriage.
At least with a phone call you only have to listen to one spastic talking shit...
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:29, Reply)
I always worry that other people are getting fed up with listening to us chat. However, we do usually talk about depraved sexual acts (her) and tales of horrific embarrassment (me), so hopefully the people who don't have iPods are suitably entertained. Speaking of iPods, I'd rather listen to inane drivel on the train than someone playing their music so loud that you can't quite hear the music itself but you can hear tss tss tss tss tss
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:51, Reply)
On public transport should be punishable by death.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:55, Reply)
was a Mr. Brian Scratchcock from Basingstoke. During his 40 year career as one of those blokes who wear high-vis jackets, he managed to help absolutely no passengers. Experts have estimated that he said "Dunno mate, I just work here" a staggering 8 million times between 1968 - 2008.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:16, Reply)
and he said "I don't know, I'm just a mushroom", which confused me into not pressing him further. When I asked a northerner about this, she laughed and said it meant kept in the dark and fed shit.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:53, Reply)
had his right arm torn off painting graffiti on a train. Once he'd recovered, he taught himself to paint left-handed and went straight back out there and carried right on painting trains.
I'm torn between belming 'til my face rips and admiration of the lad's dedication to his art.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:27, Reply)
rather that the "M Khan is Bent" variety
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:29, Reply)
I know loads of graffiti painters and their dedication amazes me.
How many mainstream artists would
a) do their art for nothing and/or
b) risk imprisonment to get their work seen?
Fucking NONE, I reckon.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:37, Reply)
How else does someone get their face disfigured into such a permanent objectionable sneer? The woman's lower jaw is practically at fucking right angles to the rest of her head, for crying out loud!
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:45, Reply)
It's just as well mankind had the good sense to invent the paper bag.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:51, Reply)
Cracking body, but you need to remove the head.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:54, Reply)
www.swradioafrica.com/Documents/zimartist281108.pdf
Edit - bollox - you said mainstream : (
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:40, Reply)
Also I meant in this country, not fucking Bongo-bongo Land.
/baits
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:41, Reply)
I simply haven't the time or the inclination to get to know everyone on earth individually so I am forced to make generalisations about people based on cultural stereotypes. And I reckon most people do this but don't admit it.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:49, Reply)
I shall pass this concept on. It will be immensely popular with his pals.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:34, Reply)
Can't remember whether I've told you this one before or not...
In the summer of 2008, I had to set off from Elephant and Castle early one morning. It was probably the first or second tube train to depart the station that day. Bakerloo line at some ungodly hour when common sense would have dictated going back to bed or at least stopping somewhere for breakfast.
I blundered down the winding staircase to the platform and found the train waiting to depart. As I staggered into the carriage, I was just taking a seat when I spotted the glossy veneer of a magazine shimmering at me from the seat opposite.
Hmm, something to read? I thought, Let's see what it is; I've got a long journey ahead of me...
I leaned over to see what the nature of the magazine was. My eyes widened and I recoiled in alarm.
Bloody hell! Thought I, Some BUMDER has left a PAMPHLET OF PORNOGRAPHY FOR BUMDERS on this train! Don't think I'll be perusing that.
This made the start of the journey quite entertaining. Over the first few stops, more people boarded the train. Many wandered over to the seat, looked down at the magazine and then decided this was definitely not where they wanted to sit. Better yet, as the seats filled up, a void was left around this offending item. Even the people on the seats close to it seemed to be edging away from it in that manner normally only achieved by schoolchildren as they shuffle away in infantile disgust from the child who's just wet himself.
Eventually, the only seat in that part of the train not occupied by someone's arse was that occupied by the Book of Bumder. One man boarded the train at this stop. He walked over to the remaining seat and everybody else in the carriage seemed to watch in embarrassed anticipation.
It was as if he could feel our anticipation. As though he knew we were all waited to have a silent giggle at his horror. Whether he did or not, he did the one thing nobody expected.
He looked at the magazine. He picked it up. He sat down. And he read the magazine.
Brave man or UNABASHED BUMDER? You decide...
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:35, Reply)
Twat was talking very loudly on the phone to his mate about what he has named his daughter and obviously thought he was very special and unique as he was shouting "Yeh we named her Hermione after the girl in the Harry Potter books" (this was before the movies) I still wonder what he calls his daughter these days as he was pronouncing it "her-mee-own"
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:39, Reply)
Bloke on the train sounds like an idiot too *dies laughing*
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:43, Reply)
Then throw water on them and punch them in their face in your 'startled attempt to put out the fire'.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:57, Reply)
gave you gyppo cancer.
(, Tue 18 May 2010, 10:58, Reply)
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