You may be picking up a theme from these posts in that I often travel on public transport. To be honest, this blog probably wouldn't even exist without public transport. I think some sort of pamphlet should be distributed with new phones to remind people that just because they are on the phone, it doesn't mean that other people can't hear what you're saying. At least, Tina might learn something anyway:
Tina (shouting): YEAH, I KNOW. BASTARDS. WELL FOOK 'EM, THAT'S WHAT I SAY. FOOK 'EM RIGHT UP THE FOOKIN' ARSEHOLE. WHAT? NAH, I CAN'T COME DAHN TOMORRA. GOT STUFF TA DO AIN'T I? WELL THE SOCIAL HAVE BEEN ON AT ME ABOUT JOHNNIES AN COILS AN THAT 'COS OF ALL ME BABBIES...YEAH, I KNOW...TWATS...ANYWAYS, I'M GONNA GO HAVE ME IMPLANT FITTED TOMORROW...YEAH...I'M JUST HOPIN' IT DON'T SCRATCH ME FANNY, THAT'S ALL.
[Richard: ***....*** There are no words....]
Germaine Greer would be so proud.
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