By the gendarmerie
and I deserved it. I moved back to London about 3 weeks ago now, so started to look for a job. Cue interviews galore, get one on a Tueday morning at 10.30am. And oh did I not realise it is a fcuking tube strike. So I decide to walk to the interview, no big deal, it's only Victoria, will take about an hour and a half from Hammersmith to get there on foot.

Unfortunately the route I took takes me through Sloane Square and past the tube station there, at which point, despite it being a nice sunny morning and everything being pretty good with the world, I decide to give what for to the two twunts stood with RMT bibs on outside the Tube station. Few things piss me off more about London (and I love the place most of the time) than the few complete cnuts who feel the need to strike everytime one of their colleagues is disciplined for being pissed/late/shite/driving through red light or whatever reason it is this week. And if that isn't the reason I'm beyond caring. Bob Crow can go fuck himself as far as I'm concerned. (Not that TfL management can be that good themselves given how shit their industrial relations are).

Anyway, rant over. Sorry all you good tube staff out there, your shit colleagues and your union suck.

So after being bollocked in no uncertain terms by the copper with threat of being arrested not too distant, I mumbled an apology and sauntered off to my interview. And after all that the bloody job was shit so I declined a second interview.

PS - 'I have run out of coke' - your signature is oh so wrong but oh so right...
(Calamity wetter than a fish's wet bits - bloody rain on, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 23:21, Reply)