Mindless Rantings of a bitter old man

[Goat]

nope

 

[Goat]

i could always get a minicab - if i wanted to die screaming in a london back street whilst sitting in a pool of my own blood and faeces

 

[Goat]

at least it would be own blood and faeces, unlike on the train where it is other peoples bodily functions that one has to sit in.

 

[Goat]

i waited on the platform for the requisite hour

 

[Goat]

and then managed to insert myself into the overfull train that turned up - fortunately sans vomit

 

[Goat]

shitty start to the working year

 

[Goat]

ok. spleen vented.

and in the grand scheme of things today was but a gnats chuff.

 

[curiousa2z]

LOL!

well, Goat, if you can't vent your spleen at TK, where can you?