Of the tossers who travel to Chelmsford on the 1809 from Stratford never ceases to amaze and disgust me.
We had another example tonight; I went to sit down in one of the few available seats which unfortunately happened to be next to some fat twat, who at the time was trying to hog 2 seats. As I at down, this cretinous slimeball quote deliberately took his Blackberry out of his pocket and began f*cking about with it using the arm I was being forced to sit up against.
This wanker kept up this obnoxious routine all the way to Shenfield, where I was finally able to move into an empty seat with some proper elbow room.
Needless to say, as soon as I'd moved, fatty promptly put his phone away again.
Bastard.
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