"So long, so green/We love you, District Line"
Justin has been using public transport:
Shortly after moving to London, I was on the District Line at Bow Road when a powerfully-built, unkempt man carrying a bin-bag got on, and, after shouting to no-one in particular, started hitting the plexiglass compartment divider - with his fists, then with his head, both hard enough to hurt. Tiring of this, he decided to strike up a conversation with me.
"They've just let me out," is, I reckon, a bad way to break the ice.
Perhaps that's what we do, the sick people of London: we travel round on buses, picking fights with one another.
Shortly after moving to London, I was on the District Line at Bow Road when a powerfully-built, unkempt man carrying a bin-bag got on, and, after shouting to no-one in particular, started hitting the plexiglass compartment divider - with his fists, then with his head, both hard enough to hurt. Tiring of this, he decided to strike up a conversation with me.
"They've just let me out," is, I reckon, a bad way to break the ice.