Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Weirdo…

Here we go again. An empty carriage and who do I get sat pretty much next to me? Yes, the skinhead who keeps loudly huffing and puffing and sighing whilst talking aggressively to no-one.

Here’s a selection if what he’s saying…out loud…with only me as an audience.

“for fuck’s sake!”
“I don’t want to”
“fuck it!” (threw his drinks bottle down at that point!)
“fucking work!”
“grrrr fuck!”

So, a nice relaxing journey to work then; not at all tense and uncomfortable for me to have a snooze…

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