On the 1548 from Kings Cross to Selby yesterday there was a passenger who was coloured gold from head to toe. His head and body was painted gold. He had a gold suit on, together with a gold bowler hat with a model of a dove fixed to it.
What's the strangest looking passenger you've seen?
He went to London and was stopping at all stations handing out information about Hull or in this case Kingston Upon Hull on there bid for Euorpean City of Culture 2017 . More publicity for there bid and Hull Trains too.
Way off topic I know but are there any other places in the UK that are more generally called by the river that runs through them rather than their actual name?
Clyde? Or is that just a team?
The teenager sitting opposite my first class reserved seat with his feet on my seat, and the reaction on his face, when I kicked his feet off my seat, and rubbed his face in my soiled seat and called him all the names I could think of from my oil and gas industry vocabulary followed by my throwing him off the train. To say that he squirmed and was near to tears and had no idea how to react gave me much pleasure. My only sadness was that afterwards I regretted that I hadn't used more of my vocabulary to express my feelings and that I hadn't kicked his backside with my soiled shoes when ejecting him from the train.
I'd rather sit next to a teenager with his feet on the seat in front than an overgrown bully...The teenager sitting opposite my first class reserved seat with his feet on my seat, and the reaction on his face, when I kicked his feet off my seat, and rubbed his face in my soiled seat and called him all the names I could think of from my oil and gas industry vocabulary followed by my throwing him off the train. To say that he squirmed and was near to tears and had no idea how to react gave me much pleasure. My only sadness was that afterwards I regretted that I hadn't used more of my vocabulary to express my feelings and that I hadn't kicked his backside with my soiled shoes when ejecting him from the train.
I'd rather sit next to a teenager with his feet on the seat in front than an overgrown bully...
I'm seriously struggling to imagine that post is serious.
When I wore my Games Makers uniform during the Olympics people always came up and said hi
I'd be very tempted to call the police, though it doesn't feel sufficient for a 999 call.
I'm struggling to think of what my response would be to a member of the public manhandling me off a train actually, assuming it left me behind as a result... especially if I still had bags etc. onboard. I'd be very tempted to call the police, though it doesn't feel sufficient for a 999 call.
You mean that isn't the new FCC uniform?Nazi Uniform and Gas Mask together with gimp in leather thong (seen on Barbican Station) .
Yes indeed, my first port of call would hardly be the Lost Property number, and although this would be theoretically a police matter, I'd always hesitate with 999 where one may not be in immediate danger?
I'm mystified.
ATWalex101 Reply #14 What is a "pedophilic smile"?
plastictaffy Reply #17 What does a paedophile look like?
Prejudging people simply because they behave or have a facial expression that you personally consider odd. Prejudging people because they are somehow different to you in appearance or manner or speech. Isn't that how racism began.
Everyone is different and is entitled to be.
I am different and proud of it.
If you see a 5'6" middle-aged white guy with glasses and grey hair walking around North West London and occasionally Central London with a much larger and heavier black lady, that is likely to be me. I've occasionally had insults shouted at me from across the street (because visually we might appear to be an unusual couple) and occasionally by an immature idiot actually passing us, but fortunately, nobody has yet suggested I might be a pedophile or have a pedophilic smile
The strangest I have seen is a group of South American musicians on a GNER train from KX, they gave an impromptu performance to the smoking carriage
Apart from that - some obvious cross dressers ...
The teenager sitting opposite my first class reserved seat with his feet on my seat, and the reaction on his face, when I kicked his feet off my seat, and rubbed his face in my soiled seat and called him all the names I could think of from my oil and gas industry vocabulary followed by my throwing him off the train. To say that he squirmed and was near to tears and had no idea how to react gave me much pleasure. My only sadness was that afterwards I regretted that I hadn't used more of my vocabulary to express my feelings and that I hadn't kicked his backside with my soiled shoes when ejecting him from the train.
Everyone is different and is entitled to be.
I am different and proud of it.
If you see a 5'6" middle-aged white guy with glasses and grey hair walking around North West London and occasionally Central London with a much larger and heavier black lady, that is likely to be me. I've occasionally had insults shouted at me from across the street (because visually we might appear to be an unusual couple) and occasionally by an immature idiot actually passing us, but fortunately, nobody has yet suggested I might be a pedophile or have a pedophilic smile