Never took the bus, hated them. I'd rather walk, whatever the weather or time. Night buses are the worst, like a mobile drunk tank with added bonus of intimidation from the local toughs.
Anyways, rail:
- people who had highly spiced dinner and are sweating it out at 6am the next day, esp if you're hung over;
- people and their fucking backpacks. Standing, sitting, I don't care. Put it on the floor by your feet you Eurotrash shit
- manspreaders. I love to sit next to them and bug the shit out of them by not giving ground
- Handbags are for carrying personal shit, not for ensuring you have a little more space on a shared seat
- bikes on trains at peak time. At least have the balls to be embarassed by it and don't be a dick by saying it's your right
- people standing and eating on a packed train
- people listening to buds, but still fucking singing (usually badly, and usually in the style of Mariah Carey)
- people listening to music, without buds. The carriage really wants to hear your sick beats. Honest.
- the courting couple. Whilst love may be in the air for you two, we don't need to be reminded of the youthful enthusiasm of kissing and cuddling in our drab and dull lives. If you want that kind of shit, go dogging. Or better yet, try the last seats in the last carriage on the circle line at about 10-10:30 (too late for office folk, too early for pub kicking out - wink, wink). Mind the gap etc.
Swim. Overbike. Walk.
Anyways, rail:
- people who had highly spiced dinner and are sweating it out at 6am the next day, esp if you're hung over;
- people and their fucking backpacks. Standing, sitting, I don't care. Put it on the floor by your feet you Eurotrash shit
- manspreaders. I love to sit next to them and bug the shit out of them by not giving ground
- Handbags are for carrying personal shit, not for ensuring you have a little more space on a shared seat
- bikes on trains at peak time. At least have the balls to be embarassed by it and don't be a dick by saying it's your right
- people standing and eating on a packed train
- people listening to buds, but still fucking singing (usually badly, and usually in the style of Mariah Carey)
- people listening to music, without buds. The carriage really wants to hear your sick beats. Honest.
- the courting couple. Whilst love may be in the air for you two, we don't need to be reminded of the youthful enthusiasm of kissing and cuddling in our drab and dull lives. If you want that kind of shit, go dogging. Or better yet, try the last seats in the last carriage on the circle line at about 10-10:30 (too late for office folk, too early for pub kicking out - wink, wink). Mind the gap etc.
Swim. Overbike. Walk.