Impatient fucking Londoners
OK, I'm from the sticks and I know my life doesn't operate at the same pace as all you important capital-dwellers, but fuck me you could learn to slow down a bit.
Like the time I was in London for a meeting. There I was, descending the steps to the Northern line platform at Tottenham Court Road when I overheard the announcement saying that some other impatient Londoner (in a hurry to get to the afterlife) had thrown themselves onto the track several stations down and needed turning as one side was thoroughly cooked. Consequently, the train sitting with its doors open by the platform at TCR wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
I'd barely had chance to register this when I was nearly sent flying down the remaining steps to the platform by some besuited tit's briefcase as he shot past me, sprinted to the train and barged his way through the people in the carriage doorway... just before everyone got the hint and started getting off the stranded train.
I felt sorry for the London Underground staff member who, having seen this, was desperately trying not to laugh, while I was getting funny looks from the locals as I pissed myself for no apparent reason.

Length? About six carriages.
( Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample., Mon 21 Dec 2009, 15:27, 1 reply)

Much fun can be had
by watching Londoners barging about the underground like they might die if they don't get on the next train.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Mon 21 Dec 2009, 23:34, closed)