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Hoses of the Holy in the Parallel Universe

January 13, 2006

hell is other people

jean-paul sartre said that. he must have travelled on the southend to fenchurch street line.

bloody commuters, with their john grishams, da vinci codes, andy mcnabs, daily mails, sudoku etc., coughing and spluttering, surreptitiously farting, breathing stale breath. but i felt sorry for the bloke sitting next to me this morning. he seemed to have the black death; the buboes in his armpits were forcing his elbows out as he read his sun newspaper. he was clearly encroaching on the space allotted to my seat. did i say anything? did i fuck.

after the joys of the commute, my day tends to go downhill.


  • When I lived in Bromley-by-Bow I used to see those trains come blasting through on the fast line at the back of the station.

    Once when I was on the platform a tube train pulled up (half of the station was for underground trains), and the doors opened and a man fell out, dead.

    The train was so crowded that he'd been held upright until the doors opened.

    What a horrible way to go; in the tube during rush hour, with no personal space at all in which to shuffle off. So lacking in dignity that it's almost inhumane.

    On the whole though, I rather like trains. Especially the old ones with compartments.

    By Blogger SimonHolyHoses, at 5:38 am  

  • that's the trouble; you don't get the old ones with compartments anymore. these days it's all hermetically-sealed air-conditioned coops.

    By Blogger dog, at 6:05 am  

  • Another thing that annoys me about modern trains is that there used to be a station 400 yards from where I work that had trains going to a station 300 yards from where I live.

    Of course, neither station is there now, the tracks and trains have gone, and they built a car park in the way.


    By Blogger SimonHolyHoses, at 6:09 am  

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