I've had a handful of altercations on trains. And I'd like to think I'm an emotionally intelligent, reasonable man
Everyone has a trigger and whilst it may not be within everyone's gift to see the difference between killing someone with a punch and using violence as the absolute last resort for whatever reason I'd like to think I do
Last time I struck anyone was on a canon street service back to Gillingham and making this as brief as I can I thumped someone for spitting in the face of a woman who asked him to move his bike so she could stand in the area by the doors. She was polite in asking and had a teeth kissing response (from a white boy with dreadlocks and a snapback) and one thing and another and asked again after a couple of minutes, got a much more verbal response this time which is what alerted me and much of the carriage to an incident (I'd been sleeping before this) so I got up and gave th lady my seat. Again long story short, after a few stops of this handpump slinging his bike around in the area by the doors I asked him to pack it in, he got square in my face amd screamed at me asking what I was going to do, so I gave him a short right uppercut and kicked him, this didn't completely do the trick and a load of people who hadn't previously done anything about this dick to restrain him and prevent me getting another one in for a very awkward 10 minutes or so until the guard came down and then the BTP at the next stop. When they got him off the train the carriage gave a round of applause which got up my nose because the whole thing could have been prevented by one person not being a complete cunt
Am I the only one who doesn't traipse through dog shit before getting on trains?
Who deliberately does though? No one. And I am guessing a lot of people who accidentally do don't realise they have.
That's without mentioning all of the dog piss, people piss, and filthy standing water...
It's certainly possible to accidentally tread on something nasty on the street. I find it bizarre that so many contributors to this thread assume everyone does it all the time.
I think an issue here is that I tend to commute at unusual times to unusual places - the mid-afternoon service to Tattenham Corner for instance. I'm often on really empty trains. So I get comfy. Many of you, I'd imagine, are slaves to the rush hour, where feet on seats are rightly anathema. It's OK, I sympathise.
Classic lefty, preaches chapter and verse to others but then thinks its fine to themselves inconvenience everyone else.
Right on, brother.
Who's being inconvenienced? If a foot falls onto a seat and nobody's there to complain, are there really bad manners? Only if a palpable residue is left, I say - and I know damn well if I've stepped in shit or mud, I'm not a vegetable. Leaving stuff that causes actual problems, like litter, or gum, or food waste, is bad manners, but doing something that will not actually cause anyone to suffer any kind of inconvenience is completely fine. If I've ever put my feet on a seat and left a nasty surprise for someone then that's awful and I'm terribly sorry, but I really don't think I have. There are actual public transport etiquette issues that deserve a lot more energy than this, many of them involving lairy twats with a masculinity problem
I'll lay green money that, one day, you get absolutely fucking sparked. If your personality is even remotely close to your persona on here, it's inevitable.
I think an issue here is that I tend to commute at unusual times to unusual places - the mid-afternoon service to Tattenham Corner for instance. I'm often on really empty trains. So I get comfy. Many of you, I'd imagine, are slaves to the rush hour, where feet on seats are rightly anathema. It's OK, I sympathise.
Classic lefty, preaches chapter and verse to others but then thinks its fine to themselves inconvenience everyone else.
Right on, brother.
Who's being inconvenienced? If a foot falls onto a seat and nobody's there to complain, are there really bad manners? Only if a palpable residue is left, I say - and I know damn well if I've stepped in shit or mud, I'm not a vegetable. Leaving stuff that causes actual problems, like litter, or gum, or food waste, is bad manners, but doing something that will not actually cause anyone to suffer any kind of inconvenience is completely fine. If I've ever put my feet on a seat and left a nasty surprise for someone then that's awful and I'm terribly sorry, but I really don't think I have. There are actual public transport etiquette issues that deserve a lot more energy than this, many of them involving lairy twats with a masculinity problem
I'll lay green money that, one day, you get absolutely fucking sparked. If your personality is even remotely close to your persona on here, it's inevitable.
Weird how it hasn't happened yet, really. It's almost like I can judge a situation
I think an issue here is that I tend to commute at unusual times to unusual places - the mid-afternoon service to Tattenham Corner for instance. I'm often on really empty trains. So I get comfy. Many of you, I'd imagine, are slaves to the rush hour, where feet on seats are rightly anathema. It's OK, I sympathise.
Classic lefty, preaches chapter and verse to others but then thinks its fine to themselves inconvenience everyone else.
Right on, brother.
Who's being inconvenienced? If a foot falls onto a seat and nobody's there to complain, are there really bad manners? Only if a palpable residue is left, I say - and I know damn well if I've stepped in shit or mud, I'm not a vegetable. Leaving stuff that causes actual problems, like litter, or gum, or food waste, is bad manners, but doing something that will not actually cause anyone to suffer any kind of inconvenience is completely fine. If I've ever put my feet on a seat and left a nasty surprise for someone then that's awful and I'm terribly sorry, but I really don't think I have. There are actual public transport etiquette issues that deserve a lot more energy than this, many of them involving lairy twats with a masculinity problem
I'll lay green money that, one day, you get absolutely fucking sparked. If your personality is even remotely close to your persona on here, it's inevitable.
Weird how it hasn't happened yet, really. It's almost like I can judge a situation
Maybe you're just less of a twat away from the keyboard?
I've had a handful of altercations on trains. And I'd like to think I'm an emotionally intelligent, reasonable man
Everyone has a trigger and whilst it may not be within everyone's gift to see the difference between killing someone with a punch and using violence as the absolute last resort for whatever reason I'd like to think I do
Last time I struck anyone was on a canon street service back to Gillingham and making this as brief as I can I thumped someone for spitting in the face of a woman who asked him to move his bike so she could stand in the area by the doors. She was polite in asking and had a teeth kissing response (from a white boy with dreadlocks and a snapback) and one thing and another and asked again after a couple of minutes, got a much more verbal response this time which is what alerted me and much of the carriage to an incident (I'd been sleeping before this) so I got up and gave th lady my seat. Again long story short, after a few stops of this handpump slinging his bike around in the area by the doors I asked him to pack it in, he got square in my face amd screamed at me asking what I was going to do, so I gave him a short right uppercut and kicked him, this didn't completely do the trick and a load of people who hadn't previously done anything about this dick to restrain him and prevent me getting another one in for a very awkward 10 minutes or so until the guard came down and then the BTP at the next stop. When they got him off the train the carriage gave a round of applause which got up my nose because the whole thing could have been prevented by one person not being a complete cunt
Reminds me of something that I saw happen here at a house party a few years back.
Some little early 20s coked-up twat was making a right pest of himself, starting rows, annoying women with lewd comments etc and it was getting a bit much.
Enter Big Rog, a man weighing about 25-stone and with forearms bigger than my thighs and hewed from the hardest Lancaster flint.
"Eh son, wind your neck in eh? People are trying to enjoy themselves and you're ruining it," Roger says.
"Oh, yeah and how you gonna make me you old ******** ****?" replied our prospective Rhodes Scholar and, for reasons which can only have come from the power of the Coca leaf, proceeded to try and head butt Rog.
The flaw in his plan was that Rog was 6' 6" and he was about 5' 10" so he landed his head in Roger's voluminous chest hair causing about as much damage as a water pistol.
"You daft c--t," says Roger and punches him in his solar-plexus so hard the little fucker probably couldn't breathe properly again for six weeks.
I think an issue here is that I tend to commute at unusual times to unusual places - the mid-afternoon service to Tattenham Corner for instance. I'm often on really empty trains. So I get comfy. Many of you, I'd imagine, are slaves to the rush hour, where feet on seats are rightly anathema. It's OK, I sympathise.
Classic lefty, preaches chapter and verse to others but then thinks its fine to themselves inconvenience everyone else.
Right on, brother.
Who's being inconvenienced? If a foot falls onto a seat and nobody's there to complain, are there really bad manners? Only if a palpable residue is left, I say - and I know damn well if I've stepped in shit or mud, I'm not a vegetable. Leaving stuff that causes actual problems, like litter, or gum, or food waste, is bad manners, but doing something that will not actually cause anyone to suffer any kind of inconvenience is completely fine. If I've ever put my feet on a seat and left a nasty surprise for someone then that's awful and I'm terribly sorry, but I really don't think I have. There are actual public transport etiquette issues that deserve a lot more energy than this, many of them involving lairy twats with a masculinity problem
I think you've missed the point. Which is that tiny particles of grit are a disaster if they get into the material of an expensive bespoke suit. This stuff then acts as an abrasive and wears out the wool. So, just keep your Hi-Tec plimsolls on the fucking floor.
But what if you aren't big, hard or fit enough to impose your desires on other people through violence? Isn't that what a civilized society is - one in which rule of the strongest doesn't necessarily apply?
I'm not sure this is necessarily a problem. Where we used to live we had a bus stop outside the house. Mrs cafcfan (all 5 feet of her) got home earlier than me and found this bloke sitting on our wall and pulling petals off our roses while he waited for his bus.
Soon afterwards, I got off my bus to find her dangling in the air while hanging on to some large bloke's neck trying to throttle him. I, of course, merely acted as peacemaker and suggested that if he wanted to stay in one piece he'd better get a bus from another stop in future.
On another occasion at Hillsborough she smashed some Sheff Wed thug around the head with her umbrella.
I always take comfort from the fact that the sort of mouth breathing pond life who indignantly put shoes on public transport seats have lives that will be materially overshadowed by low self esteem, lack of achievement beyond receiving gifts on candy crush from their equally vile associates and severe bouts of chronic venereal disease.
Putting a pair of trainers that cost more than their mothers spent on books and healthy foodstuffs throughout their entire sorry lives on seats is their impotent way of sticking it to the man.
Take comfort in that next time you have the misfortune to be in the vicinity of such herberts. Failing that stamp on their ACL and piss on them as they writhe around between the seats making muffled threats through sobs before walking away like Clint Eastwood with an oyster card.
I always take comfort from the fact that the sort of mouth breathing pond life who indignantly put shoes on public transport seats have lives that will be materially overshadowed by low self esteem, lack of achievement beyond receiving gifts on candy crush from their equally vile associates and severe bouts of chronic venereal disease.
Putting a pair of trainers that cost more than their mothers spent on books and healthy foodstuffs throughout their entire sorry lives on seats is their impotent way of sticking it to the man.
Take comfort in that next time you have the misfortune to be in the vicinity of such herberts. Failing that stamp on their ACL and piss on them as they writhe around between the seats making muffled threats through sobs before walking away like Clint Eastwood with an oyster card.
I always take comfort from the fact that the sort of mouth breathing pond life who indignantly put shoes on public transport seats have lives that will be materially overshadowed by low self esteem, lack of achievement beyond receiving gifts on candy crush from their equally vile associates and severe bouts of chronic venereal disease.
Putting a pair of trainers that cost more than their mothers spent on books and healthy foodstuffs throughout their entire sorry lives on seats is their impotent way of sticking it to the man.
Take comfort in that next time you have the misfortune to be in the vicinity of such herberts. Failing that stamp on their ACL and piss on them as they writhe around between the seats making muffled threats through sobs before walking away like Clint Eastwood with an oyster card.
"Indignantly" put shoes on public transport seats"? I don't think I've ever seen this
I think an issue here is that I tend to commute at unusual times to unusual places - the mid-afternoon service to Tattenham Corner for instance. I'm often on really empty trains. So I get comfy. Many of you, I'd imagine, are slaves to the rush hour, where feet on seats are rightly anathema. It's OK, I sympathise.
Classic lefty, preaches chapter and verse to others but then thinks its fine to themselves inconvenience everyone else.
I always take comfort from the fact that the sort of mouth breathing pond life who indignantly put shoes on public transport seats have lives that will be materially overshadowed by low self esteem, lack of achievement beyond receiving gifts on candy crush from their equally vile associates and severe bouts of chronic venereal disease.
Putting a pair of trainers that cost more than their mothers spent on books and healthy foodstuffs throughout their entire sorry lives on seats is their impotent way of sticking it to the man.
Take comfort in that next time you have the misfortune to be in the vicinity of such herberts. Failing that stamp on their ACL and piss on them as they writhe around between the seats making muffled threats through sobs before walking away like Clint Eastwood with an oyster card.
Is this supposed to be a satire of the sort of vicious parallel classism that is the lifeblood of working-class Tories? Because it works damn well in that context.
What an interesting thread. I think that a reasonable request to stop doing something that most of us agree is anti-social (and those that don't agree are wrong - sorry my fellow lefty pal) should be followed by that request being adhered to. Perhaps with an apology, but not entirely necessary if the end result is achieved. If the reasonable request is followed by the ignoramus getting all humpy about it, and continuing to "offend", then any ongoing altercation is perfectly reasonable in my opinion. At what point do those that are defending the anti-social behaviour get riled enough with poor behaviour to react? If you are sitting down on a train and someone standing is waving their bum in your face, farting and laughing about it with their mates, do you sit there and take it in case the one-in-a-million blow you might dish out kills them, after all no "real harm" is being done?
It's patently obvious in this case that the bloke behaved like a right arsehole - the BTP response illustrates that - and he didn't die, he just got what he deserved.
Sorry if this response from a "lefty" upsets some people's stereotyping. But take solace in that fact that it wont stop you continuing to do exactly the same next time...
I thought everyone was joking on this thread, then it turned out they weren't. At least I've learned a couple of good new phrases for 'getting punched in the face'.
It goes absolutely without saying that if someone asks you to put your feet off the seat, you comply with an apology. Then you wait for them to go and put your feet back up
I thought everyone was joking on this thread, then it turned out they weren't. At least I've learned a couple of good new phrases for 'getting punched in the face'.
life was so simple when you just chinned someone, now you can spark someone out then bum their dog!
Not sure this is a left/right issue. I think it's more of a dickhead issue. If you put your feet up on public transport, you're a dickhead. If you commit assault, you're a dickhead. Whether you prefer Stalin to Pinochet shouldn't really come into it.
Not sure this is a left/right issue. I think it's more of a dickhead issue. If you put your feet up on public transport, you're a dickhead. If you commit assault, you're a dickhead. Whether you prefer Stalin to Pinochet shouldn't really come into it.
Exactly mate. Sadly Huskaris decided to make it thus...
Not sure this is a left/right issue. I think it's more of a dickhead issue. If you put your feet up on public transport, you're a dickhead. If you commit assault, you're a dickhead. Whether you prefer Stalin to Pinochet shouldn't really come into it.
I've had a handful of altercations on trains. And I'd like to think I'm an emotionally intelligent, reasonable man
Everyone has a trigger and whilst it may not be within everyone's gift to see the difference between killing someone with a punch and using violence as the absolute last resort for whatever reason I'd like to think I do
Last time I struck anyone was on a canon street service back to Gillingham and making this as brief as I can I thumped someone for spitting in the face of a woman who asked him to move his bike so she could stand in the area by the doors. She was polite in asking and had a teeth kissing response (from a white boy with dreadlocks and a snapback) and one thing and another and asked again after a couple of minutes, got a much more verbal response this time which is what alerted me and much of the carriage to an incident (I'd been sleeping before this) so I got up and gave th lady my seat. Again long story short, after a few stops of this handpump slinging his bike around in the area by the doors I asked him to pack it in, he got square in my face amd screamed at me asking what I was going to do, so I gave him a short right uppercut and kicked him, this didn't completely do the trick and a load of people who hadn't previously done anything about this dick to restrain him and prevent me getting another one in for a very awkward 10 minutes or so until the guard came down and then the BTP at the next stop. When they got him off the train the carriage gave a round of applause which got up my nose because the whole thing could have been prevented by one person not being a complete cunt
Reminds me of something that I saw happen here at a house party a few years back.
Some little early 20s coked-up twat was making a right pest of himself, starting rows, annoying women with lewd comments etc and it was getting a bit much.
Enter Big Rog, a man weighing about 25-stone and with forearms bigger than my thighs and hewed from the hardest Lancaster flint.
"Eh son, wind your neck in eh? People are trying to enjoy themselves and you're ruining it," Roger says.
"Oh, yeah and how you gonna make me you old ******** ****?" replied our prospective Rhodes Scholar and, for reasons which can only have come from the power of the Coca leaf, proceeded to try and head butt Rog.
The flaw in his plan was that Rog was 6' 6" and he was about 5' 10" so he landed his head in Roger's voluminous chest hair causing about as much damage as a water pistol.
"You daft c--t," says Roger and punches him in his solar-plexus so hard the little fucker probably couldn't breathe properly again for six weeks.
I saw a very similar situation unfold when I was about 18 or 19 at a house party; a lad named M. To all intents and purposes, he was a real creepy little shit, with a reputation for being quite noncey. He seemed to have a bit of an obsession with this one girl and had cornered her in a bedroom. She asked him to leave her alone multiple times, he refused, keeping her cornered in the bedroom.
Enter our hero.. a lad about 6 inches smaller than him, as skinny as a rake, and rather effeminate too. He walked in to the room and asked him to leave twice, when M refused, he just dispatched two punches straight to M's face, and pulled the girl out of the room. Problem solved.
Hilariously, he then left the party to save any further aggro. What do you know? After 20 minutes, when it's clear our lovable little champ is obviously a safe distance away, M decides it's time to act the hard man and starts stomping around the place "Where the fuck is he? I want to find him. I'm gonna smash him up.." - I don't think I was the only one that pointed out that the embarrassing little c*nt had timed his testicular growth with the fact the lad had long gone.
A few months later he amusingly threatened me over Facebook after making my girlfriend feel uncomfortable (to the point she went home in tears.) at a BBQ, a week before another party.. queue him hiding away for most of that evening, avoiding eye contact and generally demonstrating what a c*nt he is when he's drunk and a coward he is when he's sober.
Funnily enough, I saw him get punched in the face other times too. Not entirely sure he learnt his lesson for a few years. He's a Charlton lad though, and as creepy as he was, I've seen him a couple times in recent years and he seems a fair bit better now.
Not sure this is a left/right issue. I think it's more of a dickhead issue. If you put your feet up on public transport, you're a dickhead. If you commit assault, you're a dickhead. Whether you prefer Stalin to Pinochet shouldn't really come into it.
I think an issue here is that I tend to commute at unusual times to unusual places - the mid-afternoon service to Tattenham Corner for instance. I'm often on really empty trains. So I get comfy. Many of you, I'd imagine, are slaves to the rush hour, where feet on seats are rightly anathema. It's OK, I sympathise.
Not sure this is a left/right issue. I think it's more of a dickhead issue. If you put your feet up on public transport, you're a dickhead. If you commit assault, you're a dickhead. Whether you prefer Stalin to Pinochet shouldn't really come into it.
I think an issue here is that I tend to commute at unusual times to unusual places - the mid-afternoon service to Tattenham Corner for instance. I'm often on really empty trains. So I get comfy. Many of you, I'd imagine, are slaves to the rush hour, where feet on seats are rightly anathema. It's OK, I sympathise.
Classic lefty, preaches chapter and verse to others but then thinks its fine to themselves inconvenience everyone else.
Right on, brother.
Who's being inconvenienced? If a foot falls onto a seat and nobody's there to complain, are there really bad manners? Only if a palpable residue is left, I say - and I know damn well if I've stepped in shit or mud, I'm not a vegetable. Leaving stuff that causes actual problems, like litter, or gum, or food waste, is bad manners, but doing something that will not actually cause anyone to suffer any kind of inconvenience is completely fine. If I've ever put my feet on a seat and left a nasty surprise for someone then that's awful and I'm terribly sorry, but I really don't think I have. There are actual public transport etiquette issues that deserve a lot more energy than this, many of them involving lairy twats with a masculinity problem
You're wrong. Whether or not there's someone there it's bad to do that. Unless you take your shoes off.
I'm not claiming it is a left v right issue I am just pointing out that as is often the case, someone who spends most the time virtue signalling, when it comes down to doing the right thing rather than talking about it, thinks the rules don't apply to them.
I have no idea about the political leanings of people who put their feet on seats, just one of them.
So, what have we learnt, kids? Anyone who espouses progressive philosophies on the internet is probably shitting up YOUR society with their HYPOCRISY. Vote Tory!
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Everyone has a trigger and whilst it may not be within everyone's gift to see the difference between killing someone with a punch and using violence as the absolute last resort for whatever reason I'd like to think I do
Last time I struck anyone was on a canon street service back to Gillingham and making this as brief as I can I thumped someone for spitting in the face of a woman who asked him to move his bike so she could stand in the area by the doors. She was polite in asking and had a teeth kissing response (from a white boy with dreadlocks and a snapback) and one thing and another and asked again after a couple of minutes, got a much more verbal response this time which is what alerted me and much of the carriage to an incident (I'd been sleeping before this) so I got up and gave th lady my seat. Again long story short, after a few stops of this handpump slinging his bike around in the area by the doors I asked him to pack it in, he got square in my face amd screamed at me asking what I was going to do, so I gave him a short right uppercut and kicked him, this didn't completely do the trick and a load of people who hadn't previously done anything about this dick to restrain him and prevent me getting another one in for a very awkward 10 minutes or so until the guard came down and then the BTP at the next stop. When they got him off the train the carriage gave a round of applause which got up my nose because the whole thing could have been prevented by one person not being a complete cunt
I find it bizarre that so many contributors to this thread assume everyone does it all the time.
Some little early 20s coked-up twat was making a right pest of himself, starting rows, annoying women with lewd comments etc and it was getting a bit much.
Enter Big Rog, a man weighing about 25-stone and with forearms bigger than my thighs and hewed from the hardest Lancaster flint.
"Eh son, wind your neck in eh? People are trying to enjoy themselves and you're ruining it," Roger says.
"Oh, yeah and how you gonna make me you old ******** ****?" replied our prospective Rhodes Scholar and, for reasons which can only have come from the power of the Coca leaf, proceeded to try and head butt Rog.
The flaw in his plan was that Rog was 6' 6" and he was about 5' 10" so he landed his head in Roger's voluminous chest hair causing about as much damage as a water pistol.
"You daft c--t," says Roger and punches him in his solar-plexus so hard the little fucker probably couldn't breathe properly again for six weeks.
Soon afterwards, I got off my bus to find her dangling in the air while hanging on to some large bloke's neck trying to throttle him. I, of course, merely acted as peacemaker and suggested that if he wanted to stay in one piece he'd better get a bus from another stop in future.
On another occasion at Hillsborough she smashed some Sheff Wed thug around the head with her umbrella.
Wrecked a perfectly good umbrella.
(I think she might have anger management issues.)
Putting a pair of trainers that cost more than their mothers spent on books and healthy foodstuffs throughout their entire sorry lives on seats is their impotent way of sticking it to the man.
Take comfort in that next time you have the misfortune to be in the vicinity of such herberts. Failing that stamp on their ACL and piss on them as they writhe around between the seats making muffled threats through sobs before walking away like Clint Eastwood with an oyster card.
Basically, it's bad manners and shows a lack of respect.
Whether or not you deserve to get parked up for it, most likely depends on your response when asked to remove your feet from the seat.
Best course of action would be to sit up and apologise rather than being a lairy twat or thinking you're entitled.
It's patently obvious in this case that the bloke behaved like a right arsehole - the BTP response illustrates that - and he didn't die, he just got what he deserved.
Sorry if this response from a "lefty" upsets some people's stereotyping. But take solace in that fact that it wont stop you continuing to do exactly the same next time...
Enter our hero.. a lad about 6 inches smaller than him, as skinny as a rake, and rather effeminate too. He walked in to the room and asked him to leave twice, when M refused, he just dispatched two punches straight to M's face, and pulled the girl out of the room. Problem solved.
Hilariously, he then left the party to save any further aggro. What do you know? After 20 minutes, when it's clear our lovable little champ is obviously a safe distance away, M decides it's time to act the hard man and starts stomping around the place "Where the fuck is he? I want to find him. I'm gonna smash him up.." - I don't think I was the only one that pointed out that the embarrassing little c*nt had timed his testicular growth with the fact the lad had long gone.
A few months later he amusingly threatened me over Facebook after making my girlfriend feel uncomfortable (to the point she went home in tears.) at a BBQ, a week before another party.. queue him hiding away for most of that evening, avoiding eye contact and generally demonstrating what a c*nt he is when he's drunk and a coward he is when he's sober.
Funnily enough, I saw him get punched in the face other times too. Not entirely sure he learnt his lesson for a few years. He's a Charlton lad though, and as creepy as he was, I've seen him a couple times in recent years and he seems a fair bit better now.
Unless you take your shoes off.
I have no idea about the political leanings of people who put their feet on seats, just one of them.