Rage last night and this morning. Over filthy, inconsiderate, selfish pigs. People who brazenly throw rubbish on the street/train/tube/bus. There was one on the station this morning, drinking a can of Red Bull and smoking a cigarette and he just dropped the can on the ground when he was done. Bloke on the tube last night, with a big, straggly beard and really long fingernails but bright white socks and shoes, drinking a bottle of Oasis and reading a paper. When he was done with the bottle, he just dropped it on the seat next to him, and proceeded to discard the bits of the paper he didn't want as well. Filthy pigs.
Posted by totkat at March 22, 2005 9:14 AM
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March 22, 2005
I speak too soon
Rage last night and this morning. Over filthy, inconsiderate, selfish pigs. People who brazenly throw rubbish on the street/train/tube/bus. There was one on the station this morning, drinking a can of Red Bull and smoking a cigarette and he just dropped the can on the ground when he was done. Bloke on the tube last night, with a big, straggly beard and really long fingernails but bright white socks and shoes, drinking a bottle of Oasis and reading a paper. When he was done with the bottle, he just dropped it on the seat next to him, and proceeded to discard the bits of the paper he didn't want as well. Filthy pigs.
Posted by totkat at March 22, 2005 9:14 AM
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