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A good day for a blazing row?

johnjones

Posted by johnjones about 1 year ago
Last active about 1 year ago 7 responses

I’ve just travelled to work on an absolutely packed jubilee line train with a hangover and, as enjoyable as these things already are, it was made more pleasurable by some couple having a full scale argument, like a pair of little kids. Well I laughed. I think it may actually signal the imminent end of your relationship when your missus calls you a cheating wife beater in front of about 2,000 fellow Londoners (it was very busy on that Jubilee line this morning), who were all attempting to listen to what was going on while looking the other way. I’m including myself in that group of Londoners.

Has anybody else seen anything similar on this otherwise lovely friday morning in some vague attempt to help my hangover go away?

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7 responses

pottytimepremium

Just go out and get lashed again – the FCL2 venue at The Queen Mary near Temple (do a search) would be a good choice..

Posted about 1 year ago by pottytime

Morals

I see this sort of thing all the time at Dartford station where I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time waiting for connecting trains… Always seems to be kappa adorned chavs swigging from cans of Stella for some reason…..

Posted about 1 year ago by Morals

wenttomow

you’re the lucky one, I had an over tactile happy couple doing those annoying little half kiss type things. Jesus get a room as far away from London as possible

Posted about 1 year ago by wenttomow

Raverator

If only there’d been something, anything like that in the carriage I was in on the Jubilee line this morning. I was just face to armpit with a bloke who clearly hadn’t showered, with no escape! That, combined with my raging hangover nearly made me do a cry as I got off at London Bridge…I’m feeling very tired and emotional this morning!

Posted about 1 year ago by Raverator

MEW

A few weeks ago I was on the Circle and District when two very flamboyantly gay hispanic guys were having an argument in Spanish. I was all very dramatic, one of them waving his designer sunglasses at the other and gesticulating wildly.

Then the two chavvy girls opposite them couldn’t control themselves any more and started giggling. Unexpectedly, this seemed to unite the guys who immediately ceased hostilities and laid into the chavs.

“What’s your problem, ayyy? Gotta problem? You never seen gay men before? ehh?” “Nah, nuffink…” “No, no, no! I musta know! Tell you wha’, you wan’ come to our ‘ouse, watch us fuck, ehhh?” “Nah.” Chav looks away, sheepishly. “Ehh? Eeeeeh? How ‘bout eet? Watchin’ us fuckin’? Up the ass? I geeve you my camera! You like that?”

At this point the chavs got off the tube, and the gay guy stood up and started pelvic thrusting and making ass slapping motions at them out the window. It was quite impressive all round really.

Posted about 1 year ago by MEW

iris

That’s fucking brilliant.

Posted about 1 year ago by iris

cobo04premium

I witnesed something akin to this a month or so ago, the day had been the usual, pissed down all day and everyone was feeling ‘under the weather’ (pun intended).

Got on the FGW at Paddington, from faces everyone was seriously pissed off. As the train pulled out of the station, there was all mighty crash, sounded like glass braking. Everyone in the carriage looked round at this guy sitting on the luggage stand holding a plastic carrier bag (a la tesco) and pointing to this other guy. Then the words – in between the swearing, seemed that one guy had put his suitcase in the luggage rack beside this guys plastic bag of plonk and, the train starting made the suitcase fall on the bag, smashing the bottle(s) of drink. The tirade went on and an and on. As the train pulled into Ealing Broadway the guy with the plastic bag and no drink, stormed off the train and disappeared, like magic. Then he slowly reappeared – definate case of ‘mind the gap’ and failed. He’d stepped off the train and gone down between train and platform. As he crawled onto the train his suit was covered in well, shit, greese, etc. That was the point where the ice broke and the whole carriage burst into laughter.

Me and a couple of others saw to him to see if he was hurt, no, only his pride.

The rest of the journey seemed a lot happier. Certainly the atmosphere was a lot less dour.

Posted about 1 year ago by cobo04