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1968 photo taken from the other end of the royal docks, as in looking towards where you were standing.

i just remember the docks being still in business when i was a kitten

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Hakshally, I'm taking a little break from Urban but sitting around in the departure lounge made me come in for a quick peek.

Two blokes say next to me are discussing holiday destinations, dream cars, wristwatches, and other varying wealth signifiers.

Unexpected on an EasyJet flight to Mallorca tbh.
 
Hakshally, I'm taking a little break from Urban but sitting around in the departure lounge made me come in for a quick peek.

Two blokes say next to me are discussing holiday destinations, dream cars, wristwatches, and other varying wealth signifiers.

Unexpected on an EasyJet flight to Mallorca tbh.
I bet they're staying in Magaluf.
 
I suspect they're all staying at Magaluf. Even the one called Freddy. Especially the one called Freddy.

Freddy has fallen over in the passport hall. He tried to clamber over the tape barrier while lugging bags. He fell into his face. His mates are laughing. He's trying to laugh but he's also trying to work out where the blood is coming from. The young women in the group are trying to help him. They're wearing very thick make up.

Maybe this should be in the "things that make you go 'Old'" thread.
 
There should be a law that says people aged over 40 are allowed to boot out teenagers etc from the front seats on the top deck of buses, especially if they are just fiddling about on their phones and not even looking at the view.
 
Your mention of romance has triggered memories. My OH and I actually first got together during a 15-hour coach trip between Mumbai and Goa; FWIW we were in a lie-flat compartment shielded by curtains. So yes, there can be romance in long coach journeys :)

Mind you, a British couple we got chatty with whilst waiting to board were given the compartment at the very front with clear view of the windshield and the road ahead, and at the first piss stop a few hours later they emerged looking white as sheets and pretty unnerved, and said ‘You have no idea how close we’ve come to a full frontal crash on countless occasions’. So one person’s romantic coach journey can be indescribable horror for another I guess.
 
I'm currently sat at kings cross waiting for a train to Hull (not sure why god hates me so much). I wanted a quick pint but all the nearest options are wanky wait to be seated places. Ended up sitting outside somewhere having a warm German beer otherwise I'd have to wait for a chair. I only want a quick pint FFS!
There is a 'spoons there .
 
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