it's funny how england always tried to hold onto me and get the best. Everything seemed to go well getting the train to london until arather irrate looking cockney asked for my ticket. I had 4 tickets for two jorneys so i just handed them all thinking iut was going to be a sure thing. Silly me, the folk at BR are much smarter than that.
Sorry mate but if you cant give me your ticket its 87.50 pound.
what
wheres yout ticket?
I just gave you four?
Not the right ones!
Hey?Its's got my seat number and my name on it.
yeah but i need the ticket.
well heres the computer printout of my order.(i'd booked them online and picked them up from a machine in leeds earlier.)
No good i need the ticket.
I have only those FOUR tickets
How do you want to pay?
What?
CAsh or card?
Look we must be able to resolve this? At this point he is already writing the ticket out.
Give me an unpaid fair slip.
Can't don't have em anymore.
Come back give me five mins to think.
Nope I dont want to.
fucking unbelievable. Is there no way around this at all.
Look if you come back in five minutes I'm going to be here not fucking running off through the windows and onto the roof we are going at 70 miles an hr.
Cash then is it?
I gave him the money all$ 170 of it for a 2hr train ride.
Letters shall be written but i think i have miore chance having sex with the pope
than getting anything out of British Rail.
I would like to dedicate this post to my old mate and confident
Shaun Monaghan who put me up
shared the love of curry on brick lane
and also cut the worlds second worst fart in the car back and knew nothing of it
actually blaming me and his cold. Lovely chap I had a nice night.
more much more soon
bo
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