A very busy train with the heating on despite it being relatively mild weather for the time of year. I did have a seat, although it was in the middle of a 3-seater with the two people either side of me fighting for every inch they could get. I didn’t even try to read but… Continue reading Grabby man
As I walked down the platform this morning to my usual spot I saw another regular. She is an odd stick and I often see her leaning against the wall or a lamppost to do some sort of aerobic stretching. Some people could pull that off. She can’t. She just looks odd. Today however she… Continue reading Revolting people!
Two consecutive mornings this week I have sat next to men who have had an extra strong gravity pull directly beneath their seat. Yesterday I saw a delightfully empty window seat and made my way to it, past a small gentleman already sitting on the outside seat. The gentleman was dressed averagely smartly in a… Continue reading Gravity
Blurgh! Is the only way I can describe my feelings the moment a woman sat on my shoulder. Commuting – yuk – Monday morning commute – yuk – Monday morning commute with a short train – yuk. Still, mustn’t grumble as somehow I was lucky enough to get a seat. This was an aisle seat,… Continue reading Monday morning fun
So, the thing is, men are just not practiced enough to manage hand/man bags on the train, even when disguised as a manly backpack. Back in the day, men carried either a briefcase in the hand, or stuffed everything unattractively into pockets. Nowadays men recognise the value of having a bag that can be carried over… Continue reading Boys with bags with straps
Since the dawn of time man has sought to find a way to woo woman. From chocolates, wine, dinner, surprise holidays and gifts, having a muscular and toned physique to being sensitive, good at listening and not having to be asked to share the tedium of chores. All of these are good. Very good. BUT. … Continue reading Legs, legs, legs