"ahh mate Ritchie is a playa." Train Looks.

You know a evening is going to be eventful when it starts with a dash of mad running through the train station to only just catch your train whilst the doors are about to close. This was the defining moment of a trip to Nottingham which I only came back from today. Coincidently I was late because I didn’t have my conformation details on hand, que a frantic phone call to my aunt who eventually saved my bacon after the third attempt of getting into my hotmail account

But these are just details in what came to be a very eventful little train journey in which i found a little bit more about the ruthless uncaring nature of human beings. I kinda got involved with it to so prepared to be amazed by the sheer genius of this situatuion which i have attempted to explain.

So right, safely on the train sitting down relaxing, radio on only for this to be shattered by what I can only describe as the most stereotypical loutish young man I have seen in a long time. Considering I had also been back home to Luton that’s quite the achievement, so you’re perhaps asking what this gent done to stoke up my passions. Simply he was on the phone, all the bloody time and it was the fact that he was crude and loud enough for the whole carriage to hear his mumblings, ranging from his friend Ritchie and his elegant bedside manner with girlfriend simply named “Kay” to his plans for a proper big one down Burton with the lads. Fascinating, almost riveting conversation so much so I thought it’s worth a listen after all and I felt a little wiser for it. So then with the train pulling into Burton im thinking he’s got to be getting off now, but he just carries chatting away as the train pulls off from the station.

Right now im exchanging glances with a middle age couple who have also been stuck with this moron for the past half hour, but as the train pulls away we realise he’s ballsed up made a grade a cock up as he is chatting away to Steve. Brilliant I think I aint telling him anything let this poor individual find out for himself his errors. Derby comes and goes and again im thinking he don’t have a clue here, and along with the couple the glances continue just saying that we don’t have to tell him anything, him yapping away has been punishment enough.

By the time it’s 7.10 we have pulled into Nottingham and the penny has finally dropped, and how it’s dropped with ranting and raving down the phone to his gang of buddies saying how the trains have “fucked him over” genius. So as I hop off the train, I leave my tracksuit wearing chum contemplating paying some dash for a train to Burton, oh what a poor chap. So this essentially meaningless story just points the utter fantastic moments of stupidity that I occasionally scramble across in my life. To be fair now I perhaps should of taking the more concerned and courteous approach to my fellow passenger by just letting him know about his stop. But he had been well annoying and besides I had the look going on with the couple, I could never betray the look could I? No of course not and that’s another that’s summit us Brits are fantastic for screwing people over. I mean surely it would have been different in Sweden, but to be honest that’s the way it should be... more selfishness for all, who cares anyway.

The Gang. Not pictured Ritchie, he's a player.