Busaholic
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Another one from a long time ago. I'd caught an East London Line tube (now part of Overground) to New Cross, knowing that if I was lucky I might catch a BR train on the other side of the same platform, and if not have a half hour wait for the next train home. A train (slam door stock) was standing at the platform as we arrived, but in the five seconds before our tube doors opened, the guard's whistle went and off it trundled. I was aware of at least one pub in immediate proximity to the station, so decided to try it. It was a real old SE London boozer, with one huge bar, selling crap beer. I ordered a lager (best bet in the circs) and went to sit in a corner. I became aware of the only other occupants of the pub, sitting in another corner about thirty yards away, a staggeringly ugly looking couple, and they appeared to be discussing me. The guy was looking threateningly at me, and seconds later came over and said something along the lines of 'you clocking my bird?'. I refrained from replying 'yes, I couldn't believe anyone could be that ugly' and just mumbled 'no, of course not, mate' or somesuch and forced the remaining lager down my throat. The only trouble was that the only door out of the pub was right by where the happy couple were sitting and the seconds it took to stroll nonchalantly out without glancing in their direction were long, long ones. Much better to spend a winter evening waiting on a freezing New X station, I decided.