25 minutes!

Seriously, for 1 district line train. This is getting beyond a joke. Thank god there was plenty of space when you finally deigned to deliver a train.

Slip Slidin' Away

How many seconds are there in a minute, as advertised on an underground time board?

When the trains are running late it can be over 90. How can this beeeeeee?

Stinky

Your sitting comfortably in a nice seat on a not so busy train (wow - since when?) when some 6 foot idiot comes and sits next to you, even asking if its ok. I was brought up with manners so of course I'm going to say yes. Actually its not, there are PLENTY of seats on this train, why are you next to me? And to top it of you smell of stale beer and sweat, Why oh Why do you people do this (you know who you are) I'm sorry all i can think of is 'Perv'

Oi You! FATTY!

Your double wide waddling on the stairs caused me to miss my train. Happy now? Are you? No I thought not - have another cake.

And relax.

It's a bit rainy.

So all the poor little buses and trains are tucked up in bed with the sniffles. Bless.

Delays on WHAT?

Everything I use on a daily basis. So instead I took a leisurely trip on the overland, stopping outside Waterloo for a good long while to look at the rain and then caught a good breath of freshish air waiting for the 243.

I love how long it takes to travel the 7 miles to work.

If I had got in my car and headed west I would probably have been in Bristol by now.

Dimwit Guard

Guard on the train into Waterloo today: "This is the guard speaking. I want to update you on the state of London Underground services this morning but I can't because the battery on my pager has run out". Pointless announcement, or what?

Kid Ugly

I don't think ugly children should be allowed on buses. Honestly I've only just had breakfast.

I'd like to file a complaint.

I'm sure a psychologist would have a field day with this, however, it really bugs me when women do their ablutions on public transport in the morning.

The woman in case this morning wasn't even on my bus, she was on the top deck of the bus we pulled alongside in the traffic. There she was scraping away at her scrawny old nails, debris flying all over the other passengers. It reminded me of an occassion when I'd been sat next to a girl on the bus doing exactly the same thing, except it was going all over me. Cow.

The noise it makes as well, it's awful, this constant light scraping noise. I know I shouldn't be so bitter and damaged (like her nails) but you'd feel the same if you were being flaked upon by a complete stranger.

I just looked up the definition of 'ablution' to check I had the correct word, I did, but I didn't realise I did. One defintion is 'to remove sins and diseases', that'll do me.