The 07:30 train was held up for a few moments due to "congestion in the Stratford area". Standing in the vestibule area I kept hearing grunts and sighs from a suit behind me which didn't do anything for morale.....
On arrival at Liverpool Street there was a lot of congestion getting out of the barriers, I always amuse over the guys who do a sneaky move by overtaking on the right hand side. Will that three minute time saving really enhance your day? I was amused last week one morning when someone's ticket wouldn't let them through the barrier, clearly not a regulr commuter she stood there in disbelief, meanwhile a middle aged chap ,with a quiet voice, muttered "if it doesn't work just move on" and "c'mon".
Last Thursday (3rd July) I was travelling on the Tube to Belsize Park, it was around 9pm (I had a seat) and become distracted by some noise from the carriage next door. I looked through the window to see a drunk man, boasting an extremely red face (Capel guys think Micheal Curfey), and holding a can of strong lager, shouting and thrashing his arms around. He was clearly making distasteful gestures towards a young Asian family standing next to him. It was disturbingly inappropriate and I shock my head at him, he reacted by brandishing his fist at me. Through fear of what might happen next I looked away only to be pulled back in his direction when I heard a man shouting "Shut it". A big white chap had stepped in and firmly advised the man to shut up or risk being thrown off at the next opportunity. Cheers and clapping ensued. This had proved an eventful evening as I had previously seen some stand up poetry (Luke Wright) and tried to engage with a mad old women intent on ripping down calling cards only to tear them up and throw them around like confetti. A London Lite distribute had a theory that the women's husband had run off with a prostitute. Regardless it was the mindless littering which bothered me.
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