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» Public Transport Trauma
(Repeated) Vom on the 207.
Tottenham Court Road to Ealing (about an hour to go about 12 miles) 3am.
Usually full of happy drunks, and the occasional slightly threatening but generally not violent post-club skinheads.
THIS time, already nursing strangely premature hangover, I sit downstairs, near to someone passed out in the corner (not a strange occurance at that time of night).
Half way through the journey he starts shouting, still unconcious: 'Nooooo!' 'Nahhh!!', and proceeds to battle whatever the seat in front had manifested itself as in his nightmares. This carries on intermittently for about half an hour, then he returns to relative slumber.
Thinking, at this point 'I'm glad I'm not in whatever scary, brain-addled place he's at, someone else chunders all over the floor in front of me. Sits back, apparently calm and lucid, waits for 10 mins (and three stops) and DOES IT AGAIN.
You Vomit. You Get off. Simple as that.
Don't just carry on adding to your pool of sticky orange goo. That's. Not. Cool.
(Tue 3rd Jun 2008, 21:42, More)
(Repeated) Vom on the 207.
Tottenham Court Road to Ealing (about an hour to go about 12 miles) 3am.
Usually full of happy drunks, and the occasional slightly threatening but generally not violent post-club skinheads.
THIS time, already nursing strangely premature hangover, I sit downstairs, near to someone passed out in the corner (not a strange occurance at that time of night).
Half way through the journey he starts shouting, still unconcious: 'Nooooo!' 'Nahhh!!', and proceeds to battle whatever the seat in front had manifested itself as in his nightmares. This carries on intermittently for about half an hour, then he returns to relative slumber.
Thinking, at this point 'I'm glad I'm not in whatever scary, brain-addled place he's at, someone else chunders all over the floor in front of me. Sits back, apparently calm and lucid, waits for 10 mins (and three stops) and DOES IT AGAIN.
You Vomit. You Get off. Simple as that.
Don't just carry on adding to your pool of sticky orange goo. That's. Not. Cool.
(Tue 3rd Jun 2008, 21:42, More)
» The last thing that made me cry
Melodic folk sung by beautiful people
Seeing the Magic Numbers play at bush hall a few weeks ago, i was moved to tears, and got disdainful sideways glances from the rest of the audience (squares!)
(Fri 15th Apr 2005, 17:47, More)
Melodic folk sung by beautiful people
Seeing the Magic Numbers play at bush hall a few weeks ago, i was moved to tears, and got disdainful sideways glances from the rest of the audience (squares!)
(Fri 15th Apr 2005, 17:47, More)