Kow wrote:Do you have 'quiet carriages' in the UK? Most trains here have one or two. You're not allowed make any noise in them, which includes conversations, mobiles ringing, music etc.
nick_md wrote:Moot_Geeza wrote:Plus there's the talking on a train carriage thing for me, you're pretty much having a conversation for everyone else to hear. Who wants to hear my banal bullshit on the way to work? See also: not answering my phone on a train or bus. Anything non urgent can wait.
Same, avoid phone and conversation on public transport at all costs. Worst is when my mum used to visit me in London and we'd be getting the train from charging cross to Woolwich, she's there giving me all sorts of family updates and asking me stuff in an otherwise silent, packed carriage. Nightmare stuff.
DrewMerson wrote:Moot_Geeza wrote:Plus there's the talking on a train carriage thing for me, you're pretty much having a conversation for everyone else to hear.
In the summer of 1997 I was working as a delivery driver for my uncle’s fuel / marine supplies company, based at the harbour in Aberdeen. I regularly caught the same bus into town as one of my school / uni mates, who was working in one of the fish factories across the river. It was a fairly early bus, getting us into town in plenty of time for our 8am starts, so the bus was always full of tired, sleepy passengers generally regretting their life decisions.
My friend had not long returned from a period of time living in London, working in a brothel. He would regularly, loudly, regale me with stories of his time there, such as the time he was fellating a chap who he realised, during the process, either had three testicles or a really concerning growth. I can’t be certain about how the other passengers felt about his anecdotes, but I reckon I’ve got a pretty good idea.
Moot_Geeza wrote:Finnish neighbour can fuck off now. He just asked me, in front of Tilly, why I ran down the stairs and threw a handful of peas onto a brick earlier. Firstly I didn't actually run downstairs, I ran back up the stairs because I heard him coming out of his shed. Secondly, thanks for ruining the 'the peas are mysteriously multiplying!' game I've been playing since she brought a pea home from school earlier. I basically hate him now.
Tilly really is the bestMoot_Geeza wrote:She had one in her pocket from lunch. The plan was to plant it and eventually cook me a roast dinner that included peas apparently
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