I don't care if Monday's blue
Friday night: Girl on the bus, talking animatedly on her mobile: "Mmm, we've got a good relationship. He carries me home when I'm paralytic and I patch him up when he gets beaten up... Right, so meet me outside the shop where I robbed the Lambrini, yeah?" Saturday night: "So a rhombus can fit inside any shape? A rhombus is the slag of the shape world!" "I like the Northern line. It's like a drunken uncle where you're not sure if he abused you as a child or not." Sunday night: Playing a new game called How Do You Solve A Problem Called "The Flatmate's Ex Who Refuses To Leave?" (Answer: stop dropping hints and just ask her to go already.) Monday morning: The discovery that the Waterloo & City line is the strangest line of all to board in the mornings. Commuters use their Tube Sense to divine where the doors are and line up exactly in place for them. The second, less revelatory, discovery that getting to work within an hour of waking up (when your commute is 50 minutes) leaves you feeling discombobulated and unravelled. No amount of tea will cure me today.
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Your bus travellers are a lot more entertaining than mine, Foxy. The 436 from Kennington to Peckham is particularly tedious at times - as you find yourself subjected to either shouty preachers or shouty revolutionaries trying to sell bored black housewives copies of their 'underground pro-African unite the nation' rags. Sorry, not 'sell' - they're given away free in exchange for a 'donation of one pound.'
No, me neither.
Afternoon all. I barely remember writing the ramblings above, such was my confusion. I also don't remember combing my hair, but that's because I don't think I did.
I'm now trying to match personalities to tube lines. The Jubilee line is like a slick second-hand car salesman who just won't take no for an answer, while the District line is like a friend you've known forever, no longer have anything in common with, but just can't shake off.
I once got on the Bakerloo line and thought, nice, there's a spare seat, only to find that there was a MOUND of vomit the same colour as the floor on the floor. Luckily I realised just in time.
I think the Victoria Line is like a big cuddly granny who has lost her reading glasses.
(a) it is wonderful; and
(b) I know what you're talking about!!!!!
Finally, the London references are not lost on me!!! I have even traveled on some of those now. [Waves] Hello London!
(I also claim triple points for effective and heartfelt use of exclamation marks!)