TFL: Trauma on the train.. (3)

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Posted by Ravens_metalmiss on Tue 9 Sep 08, 12:04 AM

Last night following our trip to Camden to celebrate the birthday of the lovely and radiant Marquis, a long standing friend of my Master.. We set off back on what was possibly one of the more interesting and traumatising journey's on London's transport system that i have ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

Getting there was interesting enough, a bus had somehow managed to crash into a tram, a car, and 2 shop fronts earlier in the morning, of course causing the police to corden off half of the town centre.. So a slight detour was required as we wandered up to East Croydon.. The trip to London Bridge was uneventful really..

On arrival, after finding out that half of the Northern line was closed, and breathing a sigh of relief at the realisation that it wouldn't effect Us.. We settled down on the tube.. with one of the two old men sat opposite Us trying to catch my eye and smiling warmly at me.. i returned the smile.. Once. And then focussed all of my attention on Raven, finding it slightly unnerving in a place where it seems 99% of the people in a carriage try to avoid even looking at other people at all costs..

Our stay in Camden was never going to be a long one as We were both recovering from Saturday's eventful day.. Master's back was giving Him hell & i was just a little bit droppy.. (Understatement).. It was a lovely party with a good atmosphere and We were both saddened at having to leave so quickly, but i guess needs must sometimes.

Two minutes after leaving We passed Camden Town tube station, where a tall Jamaican tried to sell me some weed as we turned to double back on ourselves.. Master had spotted/smelled a burger stall & concerned about my sugars decided it would be the perfect place to stop and get some food before we got on the tube.

The burger was your typical greasy late night munch, finished all too quickly in my eagerness to get home and comfortable.. Back to the tube station, this time the kind Jamaican man tried to sell Us Thai-sticks.. And i decided that really Camden is where i want to live *grins* But not being a stoner any more, i settled for messaging some friends back home in Doncaster and telling them that they need to move instead..

Onto the tube, almost completely deserted, so we had a seat.. But as soon as we reached Kings Cross it was like being packed in a Sardine tin at 10:30 at night.. The tube journey to London Bridge seemed to last forever as i counted down the stops and once again put my attention entirely on what is always important.. Master.

When we got off the tube train i was overcome by a realisation.. It's the common view among Northern folk that all Londoner's are pig ignorant.. i was raised thinking that way and with few exception's i've never found reason to question it.. Despite living here.

However, ignorant as 99% of Londoners are.. Could it be that this view has been compounded by the absolute & complete ignorance displayed by certain groups of people that seem to cause the most disruption. i wonder if the Northerners who came to this bitter conclusion realised that these groups seem to be almost entirely made up of (in my experience at least) the foreign tourists that seem to swarm around London.. Not actual Londoner's at all.

The most ignorant people who seem to get in my way a) don't speak a word of English and b) seem to be swarming around in large groups with huge suitcases and (god help us) pushchairs.. So after pushing Our way through the hoard of 20 or so German's with suitcases, stood around chatting while completely blocking the exit from the platform We finally got off of the tube.

Ever notice how badly planned London Bridge station really is? It's atrocious.. But i won't rant any more.. i promise.. At least not about that..

Halfway through the tube journey nature had started to call.. Unfortunately when We got to London Bridge, it turned out We had been lucky and the train was waiting at the platform.. No problem.. There's a toilet on the train.. i will go find it. Got on, put the my bag down and headed off to find the loo.. No issue. That is until i opened the door..

The smell was nauseating.. and i was desperate.. the floor was covered in urine.. There was no toilet tissue anywhere.. And the sink was coated in what looked far too much like vomit & didn't warrant further inspection.. But i was DESPERATE.. Praying to god that the train wouldn't start moving and over balance me, i tried defy gravity and pee without actually touching anything.. i succeeded, kind of.. But i have to confess.. Never, ever in my life have i wished i had been born with a cock as passionately as i did right then. Men really have it easy, point and shoot..

i was shaking and feeling ill as i left the loo, hoping to god that whoever on the now packed carriage that saw me leave really didn't think i had made that mess..

Maybe i'm silly but following that encounter with a train toilet, my first priority on getting home was to clean myself all over.. *shudders thinking about it* After that experience, the rest of the trip had me feeling dirty in a bad way.. And Master trying to touch my legs under the table, much to the dismay of the man sat on the opposite side of the aisle, did little to cheer me up.

45 minutes later We were glad to be back in Croydon and wandering homeward under our own steam.. With nothing and nobody but ourselves to rely on.

Lesson learned from this trip: Go before you leave!

Edited Tue 9 Sep 08, 12:07 AM by Ravens_metalmiss

Replies

9 Sep 08, 12:20 AM
Miss_Simone_I
UK(CB), 2 yrs
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Poor you hunny, but amazingly I can beat that.
I was on a train in rural China, just a hole in the floor surrounded by faeces, urine and up to your ankles in maggotts and lime to help it all degrade quicker.
Simone x
=^_^= SIMONE =^o^=
** Carpe Diem **

9 Sep 08, 1:47 AM
DomJones
UK, 4 yrs
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I've encountered journeys like that, at least once a week, not for the fainthearted..
She's so pure, Moses could'nt even part her knees.....Joan Rivers on Marie Osmond.

9 Sep 08, 2:58 PM
alia71
UK, 6 yrs
ok Master and i were thinking about going up to london on the train/tube but after reading that I THINK NOT
ALIA


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