The 1809, barely. Because I was a bit late having used the DLR because the Jubilee Line was f*cked again I got on towards the back of the train which was infested by Chelmsford arseholes. Including the obligatory fat cow with her nose buried in one
of those "celebrity" magazines occupying 2 seats.
Not one of these ignorant bastards made eye contact as I sat down, nor did they make any effort to make room for me to sit.
It's a different matter in the morning when the arrogant f*ckers want a seat. I will always try to make room for them, shame they can't return the favour.
Turds.
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