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the lady with two big bags at Euston Station
Having scrambled aboard the train with her cumbersome luggage, she expressed suprise and irritation when the girl she'd trapped inside the carriage had to push past her to get off the train. Lady with two big bags at Euston Station, I choose you.
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foxinthesnow
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(30.11.06 10:52)
Oh! Death tube! I was talking about death tube with a non-20sixer the other day. He'd been blurking round these parts and described it as GENIUS.
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erudite baboon
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(30.11.06 10:54)
This place has been a bit quiet for a while. But then I saw that woman on the train and I new the time had come...
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amillionpieces
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(30.11.06 11:11)
Hurrah for Death Tube! I say "more, more" in a loud voice that sums up how much we crave more death tube. Also, could you mercilessly kill drunk boy who kept staggering over to me and making me think I was to be mugged and left to die on a lonely platform. Does it count if they're only on the platform?
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pog
(30.11.06 11:22)
May I nominate the very odd little chap in an ill-fitting shiny suit who plonked himself down next to me last night as I was on my mercy mission to see a sick friend (really), who muttered and mumbled in my direction (he whipped round and looked away when I glanced at him). He was chuntering away in a very, very strong accent just below clearly audible range. It was only just as I got up to get off the train that I realised he had been babbling obscenities and telling me what he'd like to do to me with his no-doubt-toothpick-sized todger. Ack.
I 'accidentally' stepped very hard on his foot as I passed.
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Oink
(30.11.06 11:26)
May I nominate the grubby man who looked like Father something (that says 'feck!') off Father Ted, on the train yesterday, who stood up 'ready to get off the train' 15 minutes before we arrived in London Bridge. He did so apparently to make the woman next to me extremely uncomfortable, as it seemed he had taken a fancy to her.
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quips
(30.11.06 11:58)
I will nominate the baseball capped kn*b-end that, despite my face being squished unrecognisably against the train window, decided there was room for one more fat man. I feel violated.
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erudite baboon
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(30.11.06 18:16)
moobs - it doesn't matter if they're charming - the point of death tube is who you'd choose if you absolutely had to. So it kind of makes it more fun when you're forced to come up with increasingly trivial reasons for offing your fellow passengers.
BC/chintz - Yay! Of course all this talk of executing people on the train will probably end with me being thrown into guantanamo bay...
amp - the beauty of death tube is you can play it anywhere that combines the two key factors: members of the general public, and boredom.
pog/oink/quips - it seems you've all been repressing your death tube urges for far too long. Let it all out!
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nuckles
(6.12.06 19:46)
Not strictly death 'tube', but death train - I nominate the girl who sat next to me during the long London to Brighton commute, talking very loudly into her mobile about how unfair life was as a dance student and also in general. As soon as another seat became available I moved ostentatiously, hoping that it would shame her into being quiet, but no, she continued to complain for another 45 minutes. At the end of the conversation she said to the person at the other end of the phone 'Anyway, how are you', causing general mirth amongst the other travellers who had listened to her self obsessed rant for an hour.
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interogative blogger?
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(30.12.06 22:40)
Death Tube = genius
I'd like to nominate an odd man who I randomly saw at a festival and then again on the Jubilee. He has a harmonica. Need I say more?
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Neela
(11.5.07 14:43)
I like Death Tube. How very original. And it gives me somewhere to talk about buggers who have the nerve to irritate me while I'm minding my own business like the total, utter, smelly, stupid plank who followed me off one train (East London Line) onto ANOTHER (Jubilee Line). And then when I escaped and got onto another carriage, he popped out of nowhere, like a bloody jack-in-the-bloody-box! AND THEN he sat down next to me, or shall I say quite literally ON ME. WHAT a perve. I choooooossseee himmmm! But I hate him too much to ever eat his flesh.
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