Is it acceptable to drink a can of beer on a train if you are wearing smart business clothes?
I have always been impressed with blokes who reach into their briefcase and spark a tinny on the way home and they tend not to get people sitting next to them which is a bonus.
Eating on trains is far more annoying.. Having to hear someone shove crisps in their face cos they cant wait 40 minutes can be a tad vexing..
Before Uxbridge Shrimper was decamped to Spain in the mid 80's there was a fantastic booze up to see his dad off. We started in a pub in Holborn, and eventually found ourselves in the KFC in Bishopsgate where we entertained the customers with an acapella version of Joe Jackson's Is She Really Going Out With Him, before catching the vomit comet from Liverpool Street. John had a couple of bottles of white wine which somehow had survived the evening. On boarding the train we discovered nobody was in possession of a corkscrew, so by the simple expedient of pushing the cork into the bottle we had enough liquid refreshment to sustain us on the journey home.
How I laughed when I used to get to the station just to see that 129 (or whatever it was pulling out). Casey Jones, Apples and Pears, the old toilets that stunk the whole station out of ****. Platforms 8+9 that used to run as far as the entrance to the underground station underneath McDonalds. The Asian geezer in the offie with the pigment skin condition, name on the tip of my tongue. Broad St station for trains to and from Wembley. Kossoffs for Bread Pudding or Cheese and Onion torpedos. Happy days !
How I laughed when I used to get to the station just to see that 129 (or whatever it was pulling out). Casey Jones, Apples and Pears, the old toilets that stunk the whole station out of ****. Platforms 8+9 that used to run as far as the entrance to the underground station underneath McDonalds. The Asian geezer in the offie with the pigment skin condition, name on the tip of my tongue. Broad St station for trains to and from Wembley. Kossoffs for Bread Pudding or Cheese and Onion torpedos. Happy days !
The sublime to the ridiculous, Kossoffs sublime Bread Pudding to the dog **** resembling food from Casey Jones.
I missed the 1.23 on a couple of occasions, once when i was asleep on a pile of mailbags, and once when i was inspecting the inside of a room in a metropolitan police hostel over the road, had to run for the 3.23 that night....
My first sojourn to the city to look for work took me no further than Liverpool street, out of the Liverpool st Exit, straight to the first agency i could see Literally the other side of the road , Lunch from kossoffs and three interviews later and i went home at 4.30 with a job starting the following monday !!!
As for memories, Slam door trains, jumping off and hitting the platform running, Smoking carriages and those season tickets the size of small passports......
Well I can see me Canvey and Cricko. Who's the second one on the left ?This thread has gone all...
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The sublime to the ridiculous, Kossoffs sublime Bread Pudding to the dog **** resembling food from Casey Jones.