Sunday, April 30, 2006

Phil's Rules of The Tube


Here's a depressing thought: I reckon I make at least 400 trips a year on the London Underground. That takes into account the number of working days a year minus vacation days, public holidays etc. So 400 is probably a conservative estimate. Still, that’s 400 trips with the ‘great unwashed’ of London.

So, in my almost 16 years of living and working in London that adds up to 6400 trips. After all that, I’ve learned a few things about travelling on the underground and would like to share with you “Phil’s Handy Dandy Reference Guide for Travelling on the Tube During Rush Hour”. No doubt others will have written similar things, but I don’t care, I finally feel the need to get this off my chest – and hey, it’s been over two weeks since my last blog!

*Takes deep breath*

Entering the station: Have your ticket ready BEFORE you approach the automatic gates! You had to use a ticket last time right? Then don’t be so surprised when you find the gates won’t open when you get close. Get your fucking ticket out in advance so as not to piss off the rest of us behind you. Either that, or get out of the way before we push you. If you can’t remember where you put your ticket, then don’t even bother, just turn around and go home as you’re obviously not capable of remembering where you’re supposed to be going in the first place!

On the escalator: See those signs that read “Stand on the Right?” Well, they are NOT a suggestion. It means stand on the right, NOT stand on the left. Even if there were no signs, it should be bloody obvious to any person that everyone else is standing on the right and walking down the left. Just because you think you need to talk to your mate for the short ride doesn’t mean you can inconvenience the rest of us. Honestly, is what you really have to say that important that it can’t wait 30 seconds or so? If it is, either walk down the left, or don’t get on. If you continue to stand on the left like the big fat idiot that you are, I am going to push you down the escalator, and hurl your Primark bag down after you. Oh, and when you do get off, move away from the bottom – there’s people coming after you.

Walking in the tunnels: Don’t dawdle. People are trying to get places. It’s a tunnel, so don’t walk like you’re window shopping. Save that for above ground. Walk in a straight line and stay on the right! Oh, and follow the direction signs – don’t use a ‘shortcut’ during rush hour – you’ll find you’ll be the sole person going against the advancing throng and every single one of us will be giving you the evil eye. Those WAY OUT signs are positioned for crowd control in addition to getting your sorry ass out of the station, you stupid bastards!

Going down / up stairs: Go right – there’s that word again! I mean, there are signs and everything saying stay on the right. If you can’t read, you shouldn’t be on the train in the first place as you’ll never know where to get off.

Getting on the train: Let people off the train first god dammit! Funnily enough, if you stop the people from getting off the train, it means you won’t be able to get on. Those unclear on the concept will be politely told to move the fuck out of the way. If the train is packed, don’t assume there’s always room for you. Sometimes there isn’t, so you’ll just have to wait for the next train. Your ass is fatter than you think.

On the train (this is a big list so I’ve done it in point form):

If there’s a seat – take it. If not, move down the train. I’ll let you off if you’re only going one stop.

If you’re sitting down, sit up straight and keep your personal space personal.

If you’re standing then, hold on! It’s physically impossible to do the Times Crossword while standing on the tube, so don’t even try. You’ll just keep bumping into people. Besides, no one likes a smartass.

If seated and you’re reading a newspaper, don’t lean forward with your broadsheet and then given dirty looks when people brush by it.

For christ’s sake KEEP YOUR FEET IN! Don’t stick them out in the aisle! What is it with (mostly) women that they need to cross their legs have them sticking halfway into the aisle when its so busy? I just refuse to step over them now. My advice is to walk right through their legs – if you hit them, too fucking bad, serves them right for being so inconsiderate.

As for the guys – there must be a large amount of extremely well hung men out there as it is apparently impossible for them to keep their legs together. Why do they feel the need to sit down and spread their legs further out than a women giving birth? We all know you’ve just got a sock stuffed down there anyway.

If you get up and realise the seat is wet, then tell the person who’s about to take your place BEFORE they sit down.

If you’re standing in between the seats – the two on either side of you are YOURS NEXT! Unless you’re pregnant, elderly or disabled, don’t push through to get it, don’t sneak your way past the person people getting up to get that seat. Its just plain rude!

If you’re not well, don’t get on the train. Do you really want to pass out in front of all those people?

This is the 21st century; don’t assume that because you’re a woman you get the seat. Sorry, but chivalry and equal rights don’t always mix.

If you have to eat, be considerate and take away your rubbish. Do I come and dump a half eaten kebab in your living room? No, of course not! So don’t do it on the train. Don’t even think of bringing giant steaming coffees into a crowded train unless you want to inflict third degree burns on people and face a lawsuit.

Pay attention to where you are. Don’t suddenly think – am I there yet and realise, oh shit, I am, and barrel through the rest of us. You just look stupid…and that’s because you are.

Don’t play music through your mobile phone speaker – it sounds shit, most of the music people play in this way is shit anyway, and you just look like a sad twat.

Finally, turn your stereo DOWN – or at least invest in some decent noise-cancelling headphones so you don’t piss the rest of us off with your tinny cacophony!

Jumping in front of a moving train: Why? I’m honestly extremely sorry for anyone who feels they must end their life, not only will your suicide be difficult on your friends and family, especially given the way you’ve chosen to end your life, you’ll also inconvenience thousands of people on the train and serverly traumatise the entirely innocent driver who hits you. I think that last point is the worst. These guys have a stressful enough job without having to worry about people jumping in front of them.

Phew, I’m worn out….that’s quite a rant. Take heed and follow the rules please or you’ll have me to answer to!

There’s lots of things I’d miss about London if I ever moved back to Canada, but taking the tube is most definitely not one of them.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Something To Offend Everyone


Last night I was at my mates for dinner (he made meatloaf! yum!), and I finally saw "Jerry Springer - The Opera". I've been desperate to see it ever since it came to London. I never got around to seeing it on stage. When the BBC broadcast it last year (to much controversy), we recorded it on our Sky+ box. Well, the stupid box decided to die when we sat down to watch it (we're on box four now btw!).

So, third time lucky! And oh my god was it fantastic! Its certainly not for the timid or easily offended, that's for sure. If lines like "three nipple cousin fucker" make you cover your ears, then you certainly don't want to see this show (or maybe you should!). And that's a rather tame line to boot - it gets much much worse. I can see why so many people were up in arms about it, but hey, its just a show. Its not going to corrupt you and the whole thing makes fun of reality television and the people that go on it. Its a satire folks! I don't think I've laughed so hard and been so shocked, so many times over two hours, in my life.

Adult babies, Jesus saying he's a bit gay, the KKK doing a dance number, the list goes on, as does the swearing. No profanity is left untouched or left unsung. Eight thousand swear words, give or take, including 3,168 'f*cks' and 297 'c*nts'. Oh, and 15,000 complaints to the BBC and 4,500 to Ofcom. Most of those complaints were filed well before it was broadcast - no doubt hoping to get it banned from broadcast. For once, these high and mighty twats didn't get their way.

The songs are brilliant as well. My favourites were "This Is My Jerry Springer Moment " and "I Just Wanna (Fucking) Dance" - a lovely ballad, which has been turned into a fantasic club remix. Its on my workout playlist and every time it comes on, I just wanna shout out the lyrics!

Although I didn't see it on the BBC, the version I saw last night was the same and I'm so glad the BBC broadcast the show. For once, I was happy to pay my license fee.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Just Can't Get Enough


On Monday this week, Scooter and I went to see Depeche Mode at Wembley Arena. The band is one of his firm's clients and they got some free tickets, so we went with a few other staff from his office.

Now, I was never a big fan of them, but I figured, at least I can say I've seen them live. I remember when they first came out on the alternative music scene in Canada. I had several friends who were into them and that sort of music. I vividly recall in my tiny little mind seeing three of my friends sitting in the band room listening intently to "People Are People". I was thinking, gawd, its not like its Oscar Peterson or anything. I also remember thinking, gosh, I wish I was a bit cooler, like they are, oh, and how I wanted to badly to snog one of them** (if he reads this, he'll know who he is!) Such are the myriad of things that run through a teenager's angst ridden mind.

ANYWAY, I digress. We got to the arena, went "ooh, ahh" at the pretty new fountain outside with the lights and music, then went in. Took our seats and the opening act came on, The Bravery from New York. They were very good, but their music just wasn't for me, and I thought well, its all very loud and stuff. I wasn't sure how I'd enjoy the rest of the evening.

Depeche Mode came on to thunderous applause, I'm sure that 99.9% of the people there were die hard fans, so I felt rather out of place. The only DM song I knew was People are People.

You know what? I effing loved the show! The music was fantastic, the performaces were first rate and the lights etc. were excellent! AND I actually knew a few more songs than I thought...as soon as "Just Can't Get Enough" started, I turned to Scooter and said "oh, I didn't know that was their song"!! That song has been my theme for the week. I went to HMV the next day at lunch as they had a big sale on (as if I actually need an excuse to go in there) and they had a bunch of DM stuff on sale - so I got a double CD of their singles and another double of remixes.

Well, I've been listening to them non-bloody stop all week. Luckily my co-workers quite like them! Its been on my iRiver quite a bit too.

Its been quite some time since I've found a music group that I've taken an instant liking to, but they've got me hooked. It does make me wonder what other sort of music I may have missed out on during my youth when I was soooo into jazz and new age. Mind you, DM have been going for 25 years and are second only to the Rolling Stones in sales, so they've obviously got staying power.

So thanks Scooter for the tickets! DM have a new fan in me.

I'll be loading those tunes onto my wireless media player in the kitchen so I can play them over and over whilst I paint my kitchen ceiling.

Yes, life is THAT glamorous here at Philboze Towers.



**In case you're wondering, I finally did snog him, albeit 20 years later!

Sunday, April 02, 2006

35 Landmarks, 10 Miles, 2 Sore Feet


My feet are yelling at me. Can you hear them?

Today at 11am Scooter and I met up with eight other people from our rugby club to do a walk around London seeing 35 landmarks from west to east covering a distance of at least ten miles.

The aim was to raise money for our club. Although we didn't raise a huge amount and the turnout from the players was pathetic, we all had a good time. I've never walked so far in one day in my life! I made sure I had a good pair of sneakers on, but I still have a blister or two.

Never mind - despite getting rained on a few times, and pelted with hail, we all made it one piece. Of course we stopped along the way in one or two pubs for a break, but it was pretty much non-stop all the way. We finished in Trafalgar Square about 6pm or so.

I'm really pleased with myself and everyone there for taking part. Ok, so Scooter and I didn't win the holiday draw (congrats Tim!), but we had the satisfaction of taking part....although the holiday would have been so much better!

Wanna see the pics? Then click here.

I'm having a Horlicks now and then going to bed for a well earned sleep!