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November 10th, 2005

Tsk tsk tsk tsk

Not having a great week, so I’m afraid it’s another ranting entry.

I think it’s a sign of the level of ignorance and stupidity becoming the norm in this country that despite endless complaining from anybody you come into contact with, people still think it’s acceptable to have their music broadcast around public transport via their shitty, little, tinny earphones. Apart from being intensely annoying to all in earshot, it should also be embarrassing to the culprits as more often than not their choice of tunes is utter garbage. I boarded the very crowded train this morning intent on shutting out the fact that I was pressed against some of the scariest folk in SE London, in very unnatural heat and with a 97.8% likelihood of delays occurring.

I soon realised this was unlikely to happen as the peace and quiet of the 07:56 from Hayes was shattered by ‘tsk tsk tsk tsk’ from someone’s mobile phone earphones. This was cue for someone else to whack up their volume, possibly but unexcusably to drown out the first guy. Then on gets another at the next stop! Obviously, no one says anything. Just a few evil looks which are met with continued ignorance. I would have mentioned it to the one nearest me (who was also playing the loudest and shittest music), but after my run-in last Friday I decided to continue trying to block them out. Which just got me more riled.

At this point I noticed the space hoggers. The people who think that reading a paper (usually Metro) gives them the God-given right to extra space in the crush, usually enough space for 2 or 3 people. Angry looks and huffing and puffing are exchanged when the space-hogger’s paper is jostled, despite the jostler having to stand on one leg and rest their head in someone’s armpit for lack of room.

I could go on. So I will. I am yet to mention (until now) the ringtones. You’d think after all the piss-taking in the media and the general vibe in society at large that annoying and silly ringtones are the domain of 12-year-olds and wankers, that people would steer clear and just have their phone ring. Or vibrate. Or anything. Oh no. Every morning some otherwise normal looking commuter on their way to work has to scrabble around desperately to retrieve their phone which has turned into a audio version of one of those ‘I’m with stupid’ t-shirts. I guess the only explanation for the proliferation of the Jamster ads on TV is that people actually think Crazy Frog is good and spend a good chunk of their disposable income on this shit. Which really worries me.

What will I whinge about tomorrow? Who knows… Have you seen the state of this year’s Carnaby Street Christmas lights?

Categories: Rants