Spotted (from the relative safety of the westbound train) on the eastbound platform at Brondesbury Park this morning: a man, dancing and singing to himself while simultaneously smoking and picking his nose (not with the same hands, of course, that would have been silly). And no, he wasn't wearing a bluetooth headset - I checked. At least, I thought I saw him. And yet as far as any reaction from the other passengers on the platform goes, he must have been entirely invisible. Lunatic*, what lunatic? We see no lunatic here. So which one of us was delusional - him, me, or the other passengers? Total time wasted today: 7 minutes * obviously when I say lunatic, I mean differently sane.
The lunatics have taken over - well, just about everything these days
Total time wasted to day: 8 hours 33 minutes
12.8.05 18:15
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(12.8.05 18:18) 7 minutes on staring at him? Surely Entertainment time doesn't count as time wasted? |
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(12.8.05 18:29) No, the seven minutes was the extra time spent crawling between Highbury and Dalston on the way home. Whenever there's a really interesting nutter on the other platform, the trains seem to get away pretty quick |
