So here I am again on my journey home on the Piccadilly Line. I catch it from Piccadilly Circus so am used to the influx of tourists who don’t know fully what they are doing, I can handle that. What is more annoying is the stupid commuters who just don’t consider the people around them.
I tend to take my bag off my sholder, be aware about who is standing behind me and generally not to cramp them too much. Why the fuck cannot others manage this simple idea!
So what do you do in a situation where there is no room? Hold your ground. It would break tube etiquette to say anything. So we suffer in silence, well not quite; today I have a soundtrack of the recent Dom and Roland album, kinda Agro-DnB, if that’s an accepted genre..
So I can now breathe again since the stupid woman bringing a massive suitcase just got off at Barons Court, after bashing my ankles with it. Very glad I’m wearing my steelies today, they still might come in handy for the stupid guy who’s arm is nearly in my face because he has to hold onto the handrail far from him but close to me, dick.