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He sits on the bus with his massive headphones on, occasionally shouting along to nu-metal... very enthusiastically.
I'm disappointed I've never seen him. There's a cute blonde girl who catches the number 6 in the mornings. Can't think of anyone else who I particularly notice.
but back in Sheffield there used to be a proper pretty and fit ginger girl who was always on the same tram as me. 'Appen.
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I'd get the boss with a proper red-haired fittie.
I spoke to her once and in the space of a 20 minute conversation I managed to hate her :(
Golden Rule mate.
NEVER FIX YOUR WEBSITE
Chef: Why do all you guys sit on your helmets?
Soldier: So we don't get our balls blown off.
He's really tall, about 40ish, long dark hair and a lot of wooden skull type jewellery. He gets on and draws dragons.
Except for that woman who eats fish on there.
he's in his 50s. he wears one of those Christian fish badges. but he gets the train with two women in their 30s, with whom he flirts shamelessly.
i moved carriage to avoid him. well annoying.
but only with one of the women. She was much younger and he was reading the bible to her over breakfast. It was in Cambridge or wherever it is you live.
this guy gets on at watlington (i think) and doesn't get off at cambridge.
i do remember you mentioning this guy though! i wonder why he was reading it to her - surely she could have just read it herself?
You know, like when people recite poems. The only person who ever recited a poem to me was a mad man in Germany and I think he wanted to get in 'stairs knickers, not mine.
that's all about oral sex apparently
militantly shaved hair on the sides, big gelled shiny quiff on top. wears wayne hemmingway style glasses with no rims anywhere. long black coat, massive pointy tooth shaped silver ear-ring. He looks cool as fuck.
on the 55 most days.
forgot to mention this guy's about 50 years old which gives him extra cool points
ginger curly hair; vague resemblance to stuart murdoch. wears cycling leggings with "ROB ROY" on them. smells badly of having cycled lots without taking a shower.
Tall. Glasses. Seemingly currently working his way through the work of Tad Williams'.
and about 3 days a week I'd get on the same carriage of a central line train from liverpool street along with The Lovely Gays. They had matching Italian leather mocassins, jeans with little matching turnups and contrasting pastel pullovers. they even had matching mulberry manbags, ooooooh, it was so cute. they would hold hands and kiss the ends of each other noses. I would have to drag myself at st pauls. They always smiled and nodded at me and checked out my shoes. I really wanted to be their friend but it wasn't to be as I now walk to work.
in your potential friendship with "the lovely gays"....
I would think OH ThIS TRAIN IS SO BUSY AND HOT LOOKING, MY HAIR WILL GO FLAT, I'D BETTER WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE, and sometimes do this a couple of times. They never came, and I was all primed to start up a conversation next time.
i bet they're off living an uber-faggy berlin lifestyle now instead ;)
If they are off swinging their handgags to techno in berlin and have forgotten about how they coo-ed (yes COO-ED like little birds) over my vintage chanel shoes, then basically I am going to hang up my heels and die right now. Sob.
yet no *actual* conversation between you?
but never an actual conversation. I may take the tube on Monday, even though it's only one stop. I can't get used to London and people's fear of starting conversations. When I used to commute into glasgow from nasty commuter town I had 'train friends' and we'd all go for a drink on a Thursday after work and get a later train home. (Like friends would, except not proper friends.)
but have no train friends, i wonder what this says about me
About 35? Big frizzy brown hair, dirty looking leathery skin, always carries about 5 handbags, wore a crop top once.
oh infact nevermind..........
(he's probably one of you actually). Looks like a classic 6Music listener I reckon. About 35-40, very skinny and indie looking. Bit of a quiff, cherry red DMs, wearing a shirt and tie but looking resentful about it, gets the bus from Crouch End to Holloway (which in my opinion is a walkable distance really).
#2: looks like the farmer guy from modern toss has come to life
sometimes see the same girl crossing the lights by the thames, but thats it.
how did I forget?
he's about 60. bald, lives in kings lynn, normal for norfolk. over-friendly; talks to anyone he can.
he talks to mrs ccb whenever he sees her. and this one time, he was walking along the path outside our house at dusk just as mrs ccb was closing the curtains. he looked into the house and waved at mrs ccb. in shock, she quickly closed the curtains and went to tell me. we laughed it off... she then peeked out of the curtains two minutes later and he was still standing there.
he saw her in town a few days later and said "i like your curtains!"
i haven't seen him for a few months, come to think of it. i wonder what happened to crazy train guy.
NOBODY messes with mrs ccb
Her Young Son always wants to go and sit right at the back of the bus, but Somali Lady usually doesn’t let him. Her Young Son wears a massive Buzz Lightyear baseball cap.
But I irrationally hate almost everyone who gets on the bus I spend an hour riding both to and from work. It would just come out as a random mess of hate and seething.
He has good hair and a tatoo behind his right ear.
I passed the same blonde woman walking in the opposite direction most days. I could gauge how early or late I was based on the time I passed her. My internal nickname for her was "Chubs" - she's one of those people who isn't that fat but just looks it anyway.
I moved flat and started walking to the centre of town from the opposite direction, and occasionally passed her walking somewhere with a fairly good looking dude. She'd lost a lot of weight, too (but still looked a bit square-shaped). I felt oddly happy for Chubs on those days.
About 50, looks like an Ian Poulter/Rod Stewart lovechild. He always sits at the back and tries to engage the youths in conversation even though he only gets the bus about 3 stops. He ran for local office a while back and we got his manifesto through the door; he seemed to like tax cuts but hate apostrophes. Despite all these wonderful characteristics and him getting the same bus as me for nearly 10 years I still can't think of an appropriate nickname for him.
Er....but there are two WACKY bus people who get another bus near my stop. I call them the Twits. Both are quite large and scary looking; always smiling manically and waving at people. The man wears trust-me trousers and he will walk into traffic to pick pennies up off the road. I've also seen him drinking leftover beer from pint glasses that have been left outside the pub overnight.
But there's a guy I keep seeing around my area on portobello Road, and we're both on bikes and we give a knowing look but nothing is ever said.