I have to pass this on from a Facebook group celebrating the aural pleasure of mobile phone music on public transport:
“I swear I’m not making this up! Yesterday, business-as-usual, some school age chav-wannabe twonker was trying to impress his lady by playing his entire fone-mp3 collection as loud as possible in the middle of my train carriage. (Well I say mine, actually it’s Central Trains, but I digress)
This huge blackguy, (I’m not kidding when I say huge, I thought we’d gone through a tunnel when his shadow fell on me) asked him nicely to put his fone away and was rewarded by a mouthful of profanity.
Blackguy, just smiles, nods, sighs resignedly, then plucks the fone from twonkers fingers, drops it to the floor and stamps on it!
Blackguy – now my personal hero – bends down and plonks the remains of the now ex-fone into the hands of the disbelieving twonker – and says ‘Oops.’
Twonker just sits there, while his lady cracks-up and my own personal hero goes back to his seat to a smattering of applause from the general direction of my seat.
Facebook is amazing, you suggest something and it happens the day after – today I’m wishing for a Bugatti Veyron!
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- by Robert Powell
If only I’d have started going to the gym when I was 15, I too could have done things like that.
