BREAKFAST McRUBBISH ON THE METROPOLITAN LINE

AND STILL THEY STUFF THEMSELVES AT BREAKFAST! This unattractive sight on the Metropolitan line last weekend at Wembley Park with her distinctly smelly food (a violation of London Underground regulations, by the way!) and generally slovenly appearance continues to make me ask: Why not set your alarm clock ten minutes earlier, and make yourself something, the contents of which you can RECOGNISE and KNOW what’s in there instead of stopping off at some cafe or other and bring your breakfast onto the train?

Disgusting and indefensible!mcrubbish

DOING PORRIDGE ON THE JUBILEE LINE

THIS FROWSY CHAP could easily have eaten his disgusting-looking (I presume) porridge at home! The time he took to put it into its container, he could have downed it at his kitchen table. But no, he put it intoa  screw-top jar and – get this – TOOK A SILVER SPOON (!) to eat it with. He carefully then lays out his iphone on his lap, and make this disgusting fool of himself in  front of yours truly.

BTW, I DO NOT deliberately seek out these genuine freaks on my journeys. Some ‘higher being’ obviously determines that they are ripe for ridiculing on this blog.

Oh, and this slob also needs to have a shower and brush his hair. He smelt BAD!PORRIDGE

MAKING HER MARK!

THIS IDIOT, oblivious to even me who is blatently in her line of vision, no doubt listening to the latest crap music sitting on the 142 bus, doesn’t seem to care or even be bothered that her filthy footwear may contain dog faeces which others have to (unwittingly) sit on. MEN’S boots, aren’t they? Maybe she is a he!!!

She may come from a country where fundamental hygiene is not a subject that is taught.

I do hope she sees this. But she’d probably just shrug her shoulders and think, “fame at last! Innit!”

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SLEEPING ON THE BAKERLOO, INNIT?

GRABBIN’ 40 WINKS BRUV!

This incredibly unsavoury slob was sitting comfortably on the Bakerloo Line last Sunday afternoon with his filthy plimsols on the -admittedly – pretty grubby anyway London Underground upholstery. He was there when I got on at Baker Street, and was oblivious to the world rushing past him all the way to the end of the line. I decided that I wouldn’t disturb him, in the belief that he was SO tired, that he wouldn’t mind going into the siding and then be taken all the way back to Elephant & Castle (where he probably meant to be going!)SLEEP

BAD SIGHT OF THE WEEK!

DISGUSTING MYSTERY MEAT SANDWICH!

Even MORE disgusting was the silly cow eating a cow. Or was it pork, or chicken? Who cares! It smelled disgusting and I do hope the ‘lady’ (I use the term very loosely) whose mug shots here are reproduced, sees just how ridiculous she looks. Oh, and notice the can of pop she has ‘delicately’ squeezed by her ample thighs…

My suggestion: Next time, take five minutes to eat it in the shop before getting on the Hammersmith & City train and ponging out the whole carriage!