I dont mind people talking to eachother as long as they are behaving in a civilised manner.
I also dont mind anyone engaging me in conversation as long as they are not talking ****e.
Most people are civilised but unfortunately you do get some scum on trains.
Take for example the 09.20 Virgin Manchester to London on Saturday 12th July.
Wouldnt you just know it. We took up our reserved seats and barely 10 minutes later the scum moved in just across from us. What appeared to be a pair of bag rats, caned out of their heads and glugging cheap cider, both with gobs on them shooting their drunken mouths off. I was strongly driven to smack one of them but i decided we would move elsewhere and inform the train manager.
We moved up a couple of carriages and guess what..only 10 minutes later a couple of rows up we were treated to the band of teenage scousers who were clearly elated that they had been let out for the day and were bobbing up and down like meerkats, swigging drink and performing. Why do scousers think they are so entertaining and why do they talk a foreign language? Why does every other word end in ..er and WTF did BOSS come from?
Anyway somewhere south of Milton Keynes i decided it was time for a pee. Joy of joys what did i see? In the doorway close to the toilet was a male collapsed in a state of severe distress. Who was it? why if my eyes did not deceive me it was female bagrats partner, a grown man weeping and wailing.
Why? Because miss bagrat had snook off the train at MK (their final destination) and neglected to tell him this was their stop ! She must have blagged him that she was going to the loo ( for a toot). They had had a lovers tiff..
Its not nice to see a grown man wailing like a child. It saddens me to witness people like this going through the torture of existence and also i feel sad that it is essentially true that the good strong genes and the real men of this country were sacrificed on the fields of Ypres so that the likes of these two could be born free.
Dear oh dear..where will it all end?