Early morning train today into London. I get onto the first big commuter train of the day.
I am inspecting on site today so have dirty boots and hard hat tucked under my arm.
However, as a sophisticated type, I have a first class ticket (ok, it's my business so it bought me one
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I get a few sneery looks on the platform standing in the first class section next to the pin striped city gents. As I get on, one of them tuts loudly, and comments to his fellow city boy chum that they let anyone into first class these days.
Naturally, I had a good cough, turned round and said "wanker".
Comments
You couldn't make it up.
PS can I borrow your mag when you are "done"?
All because I'm in my finest Saville Row pin stripe suit.
And there's some lowlife with a can of Special Brew and a self-help magazine furiously beating one out down in the undesirable commoner section.
Ringleader of the Cambridge cartel, pedal champ and king of the dirt boxes (down to 21)
Yes. @Alnico will be getting on at the next stop.
Ringleader of the Cambridge cartel, pedal champ and king of the dirt boxes (down to 21)
There are, they hide the jazz mag and spesh behind a copy of the FT
Ringleader of the Cambridge cartel, pedal champ and king of the dirt boxes (down to 21)
FT crossword, that is...
Well done you. Exactly the best way to demonstrate to the socially self-superior that the working man isn't ill-mannered, ill-humoured, ill-educated and ill-tempered.
My mate is a sparky. When on site he hides a copy of National Geographic inside a copy of Playboy
I can't help about the shape I'm in, I can't sing I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to
A pretty advanced philosophy there. Wouldn't the world be a splendid place if everyone was just as enlightened.
Choose your weapons, ladies!
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