Was another jolly journey into Stratford.
Today, I was given the opportunity to sit with a hyper-active knob-end, who got on at Hatfield Peverel and promptly started to empty his bag searching for something.
I've no idea if he found it, because he then pulled a Passenger Survey form out of a plastic sleeve and started to fill it in.
That done he then began to repeatedly remove, read and replace a stack of paper from a second plastic sleeve.
He carried on with that malarkey for the rest of the journey until just before we arrived at Stratford, at which point he decided to block the aisle while he repacked his bloody bag.
All the time that that particular madness was going on, I was being treated to sitting next to the usual gormless tool who continuously receives endless bloody emails on his Blackberry.
Instead of keeping bloody phone in his hand, this idiot insisted on putting it back in his trouser pocket after reading each new message. Why? No-one was going to steal it.
And to cap the misery, the train was 10 minutes late.
Still, nearly Christmas...
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