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Sorry AJGO you're either on the wrong bus or intimdating people into boring with your tallness and hats and beauty.

The entirely anonymous Sootyj overheard the following.

1 Yeh she was walking. On her 2 legs the lying bitch. Yeh her own 2 f**king legs....

2 He won't talk to me. He just eats and disapears for the night. It was so embarassing I was on the loo and he was just staring at me, silently.

3 People never believe I'm an academic because I'm from Romford. But I am, I publish a journal and shit.

Slightly edited by Sootyj's fading memory. And some may be closer to the west London of his commute.

None compare though with his classic

"..she's a mental,thats what she is a mental. She wants to go down the mental hospital and get her head looked at. Cos she's a mental, she wants to get some pills for that."

oops Sootyj is in way implying AJGO wears sensible shoes (and is pretty sure of this in the euphemistic and factual sense).

I don't know whose post was more confusing ajgo, sootyj or the spammer with the treatment for something to do with tremors.

Whats confusing about my post? You crude unsophisticated organism!

do you want a full list?

Where did sensible shoes come into it?

Sensible shoes and being on the wrong bus are both euphemisms for being a lesbian.

AJGO rarely wear what from a purely engineering point of view could be considered sensible shoes.

Sensible shoes I knew, I'm not one for public transportation however.

Are you now suggesting AJGO is a bit of a looker?

Bad comedown, AJGO?

Quote: bigfella @ April 21 2012, 9:38 AM BST

Are you now suggesting AJGO is a bit of a looker?

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Every girl on the BCG is a looker.

Quote: sootyj @ April 21 2012, 6:37 AM BST

Sorry AJGO you're either on the wrong bus or intimdating people into boring with your tallness and hats and beauty.

The entirely anonymous Sootyj overheard the following.

1 Yeh she was walking. On her 2 legs the lying bitch. Yeh her own 2 f**king legs....

2 He won't talk to me. He just eats and disapears for the night. It was so embarassing I was on the loo and he was just staring at me, silently.

3 People never believe I'm an academic because I'm from Romford. But I am, I publish a journal and shit.

Slightly edited by Sootyj's fading memory. And some may be closer to the west London of his commute.

None compare though with his classic

"..she's a mental,thats what she is a mental. She wants to go down the mental hospital and get her head looked at. Cos she's a mental, she wants to get some pills for that."

oops Sootyj is in way implying AJGO wears sensible shoes (and is pretty sure of this in the euphemistic and factual sense).

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Ha, sounds West London, hee, and I had not heard the bus-lesbian thing before.

I would delete that rambling and hate-filled post, but then none of the responses would make sense and that's annoying. I woke up in a perfectly fine mood, then remembered being bored on the night bus and am filled with loathing once more.

Quote: AJGO @ April 21 2012, 2:32 AM BST

Is this unreasonable? I am far too livid to post it in the mere TTPYO thread.

North London night bus. It is a Friday night. It is two in the morning (yes, I know that's Saturday). The increasing gastropubisation of this area has upset me for long enough, but this is really quite the limit. At least in the pikey areas I've lived in, although you might have feared for your life reasonably constantly, at least when you were on a night bus people cared enough about music to play it loudly, and you could buy some crack if you fancied it, and everyone wasn't white and weirdly 25-35 even though they were actually also younger and older. And people wore actual outfits, even if they were horrendous, but people had actually worn something they wanted to wear and screw everyone else, rather than just wear nothingness, and I know you thought about your outfit everyone on that North London night bus, because I can see what you're wearing; if you didn't give a shit that would be absolutely grand, but you actually cared and you came up with f**kall. And none of your conversations were the slightest bit, not even the teeniest tiniest bit interesting. I love insipidness, those overheard chats are brilliant, but you were all having the same f**king conversation, and it was so very dull. When a writer sits on a night bus and can't pluck a single exchange to bother with, then something is terribly wrong. I have been laughing at zooo's 'A duck once looked at me' story for a month, so I'm hardly hard to please. Oh North London, how I love you, and how I seem to despise the majority of people who live here. I have been struggling for a while now about whether I should live in North and at least be living in North, but have to live with other people and interact with the people who inhabit my area, or whether I should move to South and be living in South but not actually have to live or interact with other people even if I do live in a tiny shithole. Tonight my decision has been made. I cannot bring myself to drown in a torrent of civilised banality. May God/s forgive me.

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I lived in Streatham when I first came to England, loved it there. I had a red light district at the top of my road and an upstairs neighbour who would on the dot every morning appear to drag his bed / other heavy object around his room for a good fifteen minutes to the strains of thumping music. Brixton market was just down the road and I found out what a yam was! Never lived in North though I had a workmate from Yorkshire who lived in Islington and to his amazement his house just kept going up and up in value as the area became 'trendy'.
You can get your creative nourishment anywhere though AJGO, there must be loads of places to go in London to hang out without having to live there or go to the stress of moving again, if that's what you were getting at?

Edit: Just seen your above post

Quote: Shandonbelle @ April 21 2012, 10:23 AM BST

I lived in Streatham when I first came to England, loved it there. I had a red light district at the top of my road and an upstairs neighbour who would on the dot every morning appear to drag his bed / other heavy object around his room for a good fifteen minutes to the strains of thumping music. Brixton market was just down the road and I found out what a yam was! Never lived in North though I had a workmate from Yorkshire who lived in Islington and to his amazement his house just kept going up and up in value as the area became 'trendy'.
You can get your creative nourishment anywhere though AJGO, there must be loads of places to go in London to hang out without having to live there or go to the stress of moving again, if that's what you were getting at?

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I am vaguely considering Streatham, my friend just moved there. Or Brixton proper, although that's a bit trendy-expensive these days.

Don't actually rely on night buses to be able to write, was just being a dick. I just hate how cosily gentrified my home area has got. Every pub except my lovely dodgy football showing one is a gastropub. I like gastropubs as much as the next person but they're all identikit. I can't walk down any of the main roads from mine at the weekend without having to weave through a farmers market. Which is sweet and all, but how much cloth-wrapped organic cheese can one area sell? I go for a walk in the nearest park and it's full of people with buggies bigger than I am with take-away coffee holders built in.
Oh, I don't seem to have got over this at all! I'm sure everyone I saw was perfectly nice. Which is nice. *Gets pretentiousness-induced narcolepsy and dreams of stabbings in Hackney*

nb the second conversation I mentioned almost made me miss my stop with intrigue.

Was she discussing her boyfriend, lodger or her cat...

Quote: bigfella @ April 21 2012, 9:38 AM BST

Sensible shoes I knew, I'm not one for public transportation however.

Are you now suggesting AJGO is a bit of a looker?

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Well she's prettier than you.

Quote: Ben @ April 21 2012, 9:46 AM BST

Bad comedown, AJGO?

Every girl on the BCG is a hooker.

Like all women

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You scare me some times Ben

Quote: sootyj @ April 21 2012, 9:35 AM BST

Sensible shoes and being on the wrong bus are both euphemisms for being a lesbian.

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This is why I love the internet - you learn so much at the flick of a switch (slight exaggeration as Windows takes so bloody long to start up).

Will now start examining the shoes of everybody I know (not to mention strangers in Tesco).

Quote: sootyj @ April 21 2012, 6:37 AM BST

2 He won't talk to me. He just eats and disapears for the night. It was so embarassing I was on the loo and he was just staring at me, silently.

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I too am beyond intrigued by this one.

Personally, I'm dreading my night bus experience tonight as I have to go to a flat warming in Balham. Last time I got a night bus in South London, the only overheard conversations were in Nigerian, Polish and Columbian.

The only high point of listening to excitable foreigns drunknely banter, is listening out for the odd English language phrase: 'Balala wokumbu showtumbee Hairy Bikers Mum's Know Best willa wayaa marteba Lemon Drizzle Cake'

Quote: AJGO @ April 21 2012, 2:32 AM BST

I have been laughing at zooo's 'A duck once looked at me' story for a month, so I'm hardly hard to please.

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Don't move to the south.
Stay in north London, just go for bus research rides in the south.