Thanked

Told a cyclist to get off and walk this evening where I called that woman a c*nt last week and he actually got off. Well, I say he did – he stopped and put the silly little bicycle stand up but I still turned around to thank him. Not in a sarcastic way either. I hope that when he did decide he was ready to move on that he did so on foot and not on the bike. It really is faster to walk with the bike on a pavement than it is to ride. Prime example of this is a stupid bitch weaving in and out of pedestrians along St Swithins Lane where it is a shared space and there is no designated road or pavement – I fucking hate these shared spaced. She was weaving in and out and she was beaten to the end of the road by everyone on foot that she was trying to pass. When will they realise? Same with those wankers who walk and text. I want to ask them what time the train is before the one they catch and then bet them money that they would get that train is they turned their phone off when they left the office and just walked normally. One day I will do it, when I can be arsed. On the 18.46 now and it looks as though the fuck ups of the last 24 hours have finished and we are on time. They were still fucked an hour ago mind so I am very lucky indeed. No doubt I have jinxed it now saying that. Foreign woman speaking English loudly on her phone and she has a fucking awful laugh. Allow me to delve for my ipod to drown out that shit please. Thsts better – she is muted now. She was almost also battered for being a VIB bitch but she has now put the bag on her lap and out of the way. Hard to manage when you are a fuckwit I imagine. Jesus people are avoiding the seat in front because it has one crisp and a few crumbs on it. It is probably far cleaner than the vile shit that you can’t see ingrained on the seats. A man just brushed it away because he is not a prissy wanker. Honestly people who think they are too good to brush a few crumbs off and are on a Southeastern train bound for Slade Green need a reality check. Woman with a fold up bikes has penned me in and a waft of fags, booze and nasty perfume have followed her – it is Monday love, and you have a problem. Booze and fags might be the man in front who brushed the seat but still – it’s Monday love, and you have a problem. The fold up bike is right next to the perfume woman and it’s right in the fucking way in the aisle. You would be better off with a normal bike. Time to post as I’m done with this fuckery once again. I must prep to try and get pictures of the sunset from the train. Nope – missed it.