I used to take the train into Leeds every morningand sometimes, due to a bureaucratic error, they'd run it with two carriages instead of the usual three or four - thus ensuring that the train was completely packed out by Castleford and no-one at Woodlesford could get on at all.
On these occasions, I'd invariably wind up near someone with appalling B.O. :(
(On these occasions, I'd invariably wind up near someone with appalling B.O. :(
The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on,
Thu 7 Aug 2008, 10:25,
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I used to end up sitting in the same carriage as all the nutters.I loved the journey to Croydon every day, especially waiting till the annoying preaching bloke started telling us about Jeeeeeeeesus and the Bible, to which point I always shouted "it's not that good he dies halfway through", I usually got at least one laugh.
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Aenesis,
Thu 7 Aug 2008, 10:30,
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