Dropkick the improv workshop mimeshow gobshite...
I like a bit of peace and quiet on the the train.
Tonight, the announcements on the train home from Leeds were still going on past Garforth. That's a good ten minutes. It sounded like the pratt with the mic was going to stop somewhere just past Neville Hill depot, but he took a breath or two, gathered yet more thoughts, and carried on to just past the old Killingbeck Hospital. Then he started again, and kept blathering away to just past the old Vickers tank factory. Peace at last? No. Another pause, and he finally finished assaulting my ears on the far side of Garforth.
Just to rub salt into the wounds he started making more announcements before we'd even reached the York ring road.
25 minute trip of which about 15 were taken up with announcements that made local radio sound worthwhile. WTF? STFU!
Can we have Quiet Coaches that skip the shit from the guard train manager, please?
Tonight, the announcements on the train home from Leeds were still going on past Garforth. That's a good ten minutes. It sounded like the pratt with the mic was going to stop somewhere just past Neville Hill depot, but he took a breath or two, gathered yet more thoughts, and carried on to just past the old Killingbeck Hospital. Then he started again, and kept blathering away to just past the old Vickers tank factory. Peace at last? No. Another pause, and he finally finished assaulting my ears on the far side of Garforth.
Just to rub salt into the wounds he started making more announcements before we'd even reached the York ring road.
25 minute trip of which about 15 were taken up with announcements that made local radio sound worthwhile. WTF? STFU!
Can we have Quiet Coaches that skip the shit from the guard train manager, please?