shinytoaster: (BBC 2 Waves)
Westminster Station was closed yesterday for essential engineering work, although this morning's Metro hints that it was in fact being used to film Order of the Phoenix ... whatever, there was no sign of any activity on the District Line platforms.

Maybe they're incorporating Barb's fic.

My God, that was dangerously 2002 of me. I apologise.

Today's Metro also 'very dared me' to not buy a copy of Catherine Tate's new DVD. I think that's a dare that I'd be entirely up for if it saves me from giving a single penny of my money to that talentless offensive bitch. Her next series replaces Extras on BBC2 this Thursday, so I'll make a mental note to avoid the TV until 9:30, when OMFGSIMONAMSTELL!11! is hosting Buzzcocks.

It's funny how a show like Extras, which has flashes of genius - Robert de Niro and Ian McKellan being cases in point - can be so summarily followed with something so shit (I'm back on Catherine Tate here, because I really really hate her): 'Oh, and next week, Mr de Niro, we'll be replacing this pinnacle of wit with a sketch show that relies mostly on swearing grannies and offending the gays.'

I wonder if Boris is going to be on this series of HIGNFY...
shinytoaster: (Roaring Water)
I had an altercation with an idiot at the ticket barrier on the way home.

Fair enough, I was having an Oyster-feeble moment, in that my card had just bleeped 'Seek Assistance' at me, but she slapped her card down on the reader before I could step back to try again, and then trapped me in the barrier when the gate opened on her swipe. So what else could I do? If I'd gone backwards I'd have knocked her off her feet and she'd have lost her swipe and been trapped. I had to go forward, so I bounded through the open gate saying 'Shit, that's your swipe, I'm so sorry.' Well, whatever, she scurried through as well before the gate snapped shut so nobody lost out apart from yours truly who now has an Incomplete Journey OMGWTF on my Oyster card. But the silly cow then had the cheek to mutter 'fucking bastard' at me, clearly thinking that because I had the old headphones in I couldn't hear her. Well, because I Am Nice And Have My iPod Turned Down On Public Transport I did hear, I heard her very clearly and, I have to confess I flipped and had a bit of a go at her. But I feel kind of bad because you know, she wouldn't have had a go at me if I'd been some six foot six builder with tattoos and earrings, and equally I wouldn't have had a go at her had she been a six foot six builder with tattoos and earrings. I don't like to think of myself as a bully and I think I may have come across as such, so clearly my karma has been set back by at least 2.5 Labrador puppies (or 0.75 of an amusing photo of an kitten). Anyway, I still think it goes to show that you should be a little more polite and I hope she realises that because the next guy she insults for a Genuine Mistake may be the gangsta with the knife. I may rant about the Oyster-feeble, but I try not to behave like that to people's faces. People should learn some fucking civility.

Actually, you know that guest column they have in Thelondonpaper or whatever it's called? I'm almost tempted to write something for it about this. Just to apologise for being a Bit Of A Cad and to ask people to be nicer. I know I can be uncharitable to people who make mistakes or stand on the right hand side of the escalator because they've not read the signs*, but I'm going to try and chill out a bit. or at least to say 'Excuse me please' before sending half a dozen newly-deplaned backpackers flying down the escalator to a messy, yet exhilarating death.

*Okay, maybe not this one.

ETA: cats are fighting in the garden. I hear their yowls of pain.

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