I have to
come back to the link about the London tube that I told you about a few weeks
ago. The London public transport system is seriously annoying me and stressing my
patience towards other passengers. They don’t move. They just don’t. In a
crowded overground, underground or bus, they don’t move when someone wants to
get out. Even the people waiting at the platform and wanting to get in are not
moving (but still minding the gap) and let people out. Even though this would
give them space in the train to get inside. But if you, for example, want to
get through a crowded pub, there is no problem. Sentences between the
communicators A and B, A and C, A and D, D and C, and A and A look like this:
A: Sorry, I need to get to the other
side. Sorry.
B: Sorry, yes sure, sorry.
A: Sorry, can I get to the bar?
Sorry. Thanks.
C: Sorry. Yeah, Sorry, sorry.
A: Sorry, sorry.
D: Sorry, crowded, eh? Sorry.
D: Oh sorry, excuse me, sorry.
C: Sorry that I’m in your way and
you had to trample on my foot and spilt your drink on it. Sorry.
A: Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
A: Sorry. Sorry. (This was a
soliloquy)
It can be more aggressive the later
the evening gets (I think that’s one reason for the early closing of pubs).
But when it comes to being a club
(a dance club I mean, not the snobby old men clubs): no conversations (heard of
posh silent clubs though). People in your way are enemies. Not worth saying
anything. Just dance them off the stage. With your long hair. Twirl it right in
the face of others. Or your shoes. Oh, that’s what high-heels are for. Hurt
them all. Slop your Red Bull over me. You know I don’t like that.
I think this phenomenon lies deep in
the cultural behaviour and expectations of the nation. Behave well at work, at
Sunday Roasts and the first years of marriage. But when you party, tell a joke
and use the public transport, use these occasions as an outlet for all your
suppressed emotions.
For myself, wife beater doesn’t make
me angry. I just like the name. (But I don’t like domestic abuse)
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