There should be a set of rules for Twitter, bit like those ones you see at a Swimming Pool. It is perfectly obvious that you shouldn't run around those slimy, tiled floors. Yet there is something innate in every child and even in us boring, ageing farts, that implores us to do so.
No running then, equates to No jumping the gun. A lesson very hard to learn when you're so filled with annoyance at something South West Trains have said/done/under delivered. Maybe you're Mary Poppins (practically perfect in ever way) and never leap before you have looked and have never once had a go without investigating the full facts. Sadly I'm more Dyke. Pun fully intended. I have, on less occasions as time has gone on, jumped in with both size 7's and felt a tad stupid.
No heavy petting, well no, this is a family show, there's no touchy feely business! So instead we have lots of Heavy Vetting. Or think before you speak. It's all well and good being mightily pissed off at South West Trains. They are really rather rubbish. But as much as I (in more sardonic flow) find the 'you c***,' 'die b***' style of feedback amusing, imagine being the poor chap/chapess who has to filter through that! And I know what some of you will be thinking "Yeah but they deserve it". When what they really deserve is to learn about the failings of their service. Comparing them to a certain part of a female's intimate bits, rather dims that.
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