Travelling on the tube to Arsenal during rush hour is boring at any time of the day, particularly when you've only got notes to keep you company (exams are fun eh?) and you're missing your MP3 player because you don't want it to get stolen by some random while you're focusing on whether you should be writing about the EU's "Democratic Deficit" or Freedom of Establishment (where the hell was my Art. 234 essay you gits?).
Anyhow, some real peaches so far have included:
Two young American girls board the train and start doing their teen talk thing. My ears perk up when they talk about the case of the transsexual who bears a child
Yank 1: Oh did you know like a man gave birth to a baby?
Yank 2: Oh really?
Yank 1: Yah, he's having a baby! I don't know how it's biologically possible but he is.
Yank 2: That's impossible.
Yank 1: No seriously! Maybe he grew a womb.
I couldn't help chuckling, but kept silent (the transsexual was/is a female-to-male. They hadn't performed a hysterectomy). And then there was:
British Guy: I don't know why they don't install air conditioning on the underground! There's no reason why they couldn't.
Yes, except that installing aircon on every train that serves the tube would be prohibitively expensive, not to mention quite environmentally unfriendly. There are reasons why the underground is hot and and smelly and it's probably going to stay that way :'(.