It appears I am becoming a Waterloo W******. Here I am on the arse crunchingly bad seats of the PackedBlueTrain, that has the sole intent of cramming in as many miserable commuters as possible, in as much arse discomfort as practicable. ( note the use of practicable there, which is an oft used term in safety management). Mr SushiBento is a complete and utter bastard that is sat in seat 36F ( a good sized seat). He is an utter bar steward because he was the last person in the queue at the Bento stall at Waterloo that managed to get served by the extremely slow Oriental staff, before cut off time and " doors close". for the 2000 SOOTAX to Pompey ( OMG. I just got a massive Monty Python stylee slap from thin air, with a huge God like hand, berating me from being so "Jack", telling me to "give it up, you are a civvy now"). I am chastised. Anyhow. Mr BastardSushiBento has finished his scoff and has now paraded the remnants of his meal along the carriage towards the bin. Why he could not leave it on the floor like every other filthy ****** I do not know? We are not at Woking yet. I am STARVING after 6534 calories of sometimes suspect beer and may need a visit somewhere compact in due course. I have temporarily enrolled on the fast diet, at least until 2130 hours, when I reach the kebab shop at Chavant. Women of the world, I feel your pain. Give up the diets. Drink Gin and eat Bento. Reham, just eat Bento!
Posted on: Tue, 17 Sep 2013 19:24:14 +0000
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