On the train on the way home- two stops down the line of the first out of three trains home a large lady gets on board speaking loudly into her telephone. The first bit I heard was "I don't want to shout at you when there's a coachfull of people listening but don't think I don't want to shout at you" after a long silence she finally decided the talk was over by hanging up with "Just put the potatoes in!"
This is possibly one of the best one-sided phone-fights with, who I can only imagine was her husband, that I've ever heard!
UP FOR DISCUSSION
On the District Line train to Ealing Broadway that I catch every morning, I go past a station that's called "St James's Park"
My good friend known only as "Fish boy" thinks that this grammar is unacceptable. I think that it's just an age-old name that is supposed to be spelt like that.
Maybe he's being pernickety, maybe I'm just giving London the benefit of the doubt.
[I was told that I had to credit a certain clown for the joke about the dolphin. To be honest, if it offended you- it was his fault. However, if you laughed like a little child at christmas- it was me. All me.]
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