so the national "news" today is that they're contemplating giving you an asbo if you put your feet on the seat on public transport. the rationale behind this is that "you wouldn't put your feet on someone's furniture if you were visiting them". well, if they were charming and considerate people with louis xv chairs, i certainly wouldn't. if they were incompetent, unhelpful, rude cunts who lived in a shit filled hovel and their furniture consisted of twenty year old cow turds with a thin layer of straw on top, i'd probably go what the fuck. now, what class do you think the rail services fall into? certainly on my infrequent train journeys, first thing in the morning when the carriages are fresh and new, both seats and floors are still covered with a thin layer of dried puke[1] and cheeseburger, and attempting to point this out to the staff results in the same weary couldn't-give-a-fuck-mate expression that appears when you get arsey about the fact that the train you just spent as much as a taxi on is twenty-five minutes late. but apparently it's the passengers who are really to blame for all this. [1] not really surprising since the smell is enough to make you gag and in many cases there aren't even any windows you can open