wee cousin phoned me last night to tell me what happened to him on the train yesterday. He got on the train and the only seat spare was beside this wee bald guy holding some skanky old gloves who was snoring in a very high pitch, it sounded similar to a pig getting slaughtered. Anyway, my wee cousin, who is about 14, gave the guy, who was well into his 50s a gentle elbow in the ribs. Next thing the guy starts hitting himself in the chest with his gloves and shouting something about, "where's my weed, where's my weed". My cousin doesn't know what happened next, as it was his stop, but what are some people like, eh?
cheers mate. It is first thing in the morning though, I think I deserve some credit for it. Obviously it will look even worse to those who haven't read Russell's thread though. And yes Gambol, I know you have read his thread.