Yes, I am afraid I have become a Hardened Londoner.
Yesterday, when it took me 2 and a half hours to get to Heathrow, I did not think about what could possibly have driven a poor soul to die the horrible death of leaping in front of a train at Wimbledon, no, I was annoyed that my journey was interrupted by a 'jumper' (as we Hardened Londoners call them)
These Jumpers do not jump off peak. I guess if their day is pretty much fucked anyway, they don't care about ours.
The tourists in the coach all looked quite alarmed at the announcement, us Hardened Londoners just tutted in annoyance and read our Metro.
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