It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye
Fair play to you Beth. Although a part of me still regrets the impassioned speech to the 'lost' carriage fantasised about in your previous post never materialised. If only for the entertaining account of the bloody aftermath you would have provided us with afterwards....
A few weeks after you've moved it'll seem like home, like you've been there all your life. I warn you though, there will always be someone who gets on your nerves. It's human nature.
I always go backwards when I can. Back to the future.
There's still time for me to get into a fight jonathan, don't you worry. They annoy the hell out of me on the platform as well.
geoff - i can cope with the usual niggles (person sticking their knees into your back through the seat/trying to read their broadsheet by balancing it on your head/eating smelly food/irritating nervous quirks etc) but for some reason this lot have beaten me with sheer, day in day out, irritation factor!
When I was texting a friend from the bus on Friday complaining about people who take up half my seat (and smell), she dared me to phone her up and tell her all about it. I didn't dare because the woman in question could have crushed me like a bug, but maybe you should try it?
It could be very stress-relieving (or dangerous, but a week in hospital means a week not on the train).
Arg. I hate facing backwards.
It's just wrong.
bedshaped, nuttycow - you are right, it is wrong.
justhipper - there would be no way on earth i could pull something like that off, without it ending very very badly indeed. for me.
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