Where to sit on the tube

Ive found a new favourite place to sit on a train. Pick a desired carriage and turn right and walk towards the bottom of the carriage. Sit in the far right corner seat.

Man its so cosy and there is no one behind you. . I feel totally cocooned right now! !
But the man who was cocooning me just left. .. hope his replacement does the job as well as him!!!

Where to sit on the tube

Ive found a new favourite place to sit on a train.
Pick a desired carriage and turn right and walk towards the bottom of the carriage.
Sit in the far right corner seat.
Man its so cosy and there is no one behind you. . I feel totally cocooned right now! !
But the man who was cocooning me just left. .. hope his replacement does the job as well as him!!!

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Victoria Station

I don't know who I hate more. People who don't move down the carriage when getting on a busy tube or the person trying to get on who shout, "Can you move down the carriage please."

It's a real conundrum. I mean person A is an absolute, oblivious Bellend who needs to wake up and acknowledge people but person B have obviously forgotten that people do not do that in London...speak to strangers and also, they see themselves as an uppity, self important busy body who sees themselves queen on the carriage.

Equally people who get of and just stand at the top of escalators should have their Oyster cards cut up infront of them.   

Who said chivalry was dead?

Every Londoner for a start.

You know those triple seats of doom you get on trains. You know the ones I mean, the ones where you get on and see three seats and lots of space and then by the time you've reached Victoria, some business man/ women with the worlds largest briefcase, playing CandyCrush on their iPads are elbowing you in the face.

Or what if you're semi intelligent or just an impatient git that wants to leap off the train the minute the doors open after being pressed seventy thousand times by an idiot. You sit on the edge and then have the same business person clamber across you.

My sister once told me of what sounds like an urban legend and yet it's true. She was sat in said triple seats of terror by the window sat opposite a friend. Four business men got on and sat in the remaining seats. All immersed in their [insert Apple technology products here] they did not notice the heavily pregnant woman get on. So after clambering across the men to let the lady sit down, she then had to do the same.