THIS MORONIC SLOBETTE IS OBLIVIOUS TO THE NOISY SHUTTER CLICK OF MY CAMERA AS SHE PERSISTS IN PUTTING HER (WHAT ARE THEY – MOCCASINS?) FOOTWEAR ON THE SEATS OF THE TRAIN SPREADING NO DOUBT, THE REMNANTS OF DOG DOO-DOO FOR OTHER POOR PASSENGERS TO BENEFIT FROM…UGH!!!!
I WONDER IF SHE HAS ANY IDEA HOW DISGUSTING SHE LOOKS?
Miss Netherlands here munching her breakfast on the Bakerloo would never eat in front of a mirror. Otherwise, she’d see how awful she looks!
YOU’VE GOT TO HAND IT TO THIS MORON – he’s decided to share his Pret sushi rolls with us, and not to be embarrassing himself by doing so – actually
shovels them in with chopsticks. Extra points for chutzpa! Open wide please!!!
THREE’S A CROWD? Not really when you’ve got all yer mates with you and it’s game time at Wembley.
Did they really think that London Transport (who have lavishly upholstered their seats in velvet) provide the seats as foot rests for these morons?
So, two American grrrls on the Metropolitan Line heading north. The one nearest me dressed as a latter-day Annie Hall (Diane Keaton would blush) couldn’t resist the temptation of the seat opposite to rest her weary plimsoled feet.Her associate seemed somewhat surprised that I should have the temerity to be snapping them. The final score? Temerity 1 – Surprise 0.