Andy here. I had a fantasy movie moment on the Tube, this week...
Knotted little shortarse takes exception to my bloke-bag being ever so slightly in the way of his approach to the seat.
He stops and stands there, offering me a raised palm, vaguely gesturing towards the bag.
Not, "Can you move your bag, please, mate?" Just this camp, self-important, ever-so put-out, "A-HEM!"
I make a petulant point of shifting the bag reeeally slowly.
"Thank you!" he says, sarcastically.
"No. Problem..." I say, extra-sarcastically.Read More
