Permanently Bewildered25 Jul 2008 02:05 pm
Conversation Breaks Out On Tube – 11 Injured
By NelsonThanks to Ruaidhri.
I’m a Londoner first and English second. Being English I believe it is most impolite to speak to strangers and as a Londoner, even if I did most people in London don’t speak English. I am polite but curt if someone tries to talk to me, and if a foreigner ask directions I pretend I am not a Londoner. Thankfully this means that I can take my journey to work in peace and not be bothered with meaningless conversation.
Katie True, London
If you REALLY want people to fuck off and leave you alone, letting them get to you know you a bit might be more effective than ignoring them.
51 Responses to “Conversation Breaks Out On Tube – 11 Injured”
Anyone care to place bets on what sort of job our Katie does?
I’m certain it must be one of the caring professions, yet which one? Terminal illness nurse or possibly youth opportunity worker are my guesses.
Perhaps she should apply the same strategy to internet discussion forums e.g. Have Your Say
That has to be the most longwinded way of calling yourself an ignorant twunt that I’ve ever seen.
I’m thinking she’s just using the “impolite to talk to strangers” excuse because she never gets chatted up in bars.
I suspect she works for TFL.
So Katie you’re just fucking rude then with the manners of a starving hyena. You need a good frotting incident on a crowded train to bring you out of that shell girl.
I think most people in London are pretending not to speak English to avoid Katie True.
Bitter old baggage.
It’s satire innit.
Although if not, I think strangers should make it their business to kiss her like Bugs Bunny kissing Elmer Fudd every time they see her until she goes mad.
bet she’s a munter
What a bitch.
Drawing your sense of identity from a notoriously impersonal city is sad enough, but then modelling your behaviour on its worst aspects is quite impressively wankerish.
To be fair though, having to fight her way past throngs of eager losers desperate to experience her noted wit charm may have prompted this outburst. She seemed a bit cross when I was hanging off her leg the other day, begging her to stop and chat.
Wit *and* charm, that is. Gaah, no wonder she spurned me.
I actually know my way around London and am therefore happy to help tourists. That makes me the Anti-Katie.
Why not save time and invest in a sign that says, “I am a total cunt, so don’t try and talk to me.”
Wouldn’t it just have been easier for her to buy an ipod, like every other commuting londoner who cant be arsed to talk in the mornings.
Mind you that would have meant she couldn’t demonstrate what a guinea pigs growler she really is.
I reckon she works in PR.
Me: Mum, this is my girlfriend Katie True. We are going to get married.
Mum: Nice to make your acquaintance Katie.
Katie: Fuck off. No speako eeeenglish.
That was my first impression as well. Our Katie is clearly an absolute hound of a woman who has no experience whatsoever of people trying to start a conversation with her.
U-G-L-Y you ain’t got no alibi, etc.
Another ‘no-lower-order-chattering-please, we’re British’ munter:
[quote]I’ve had people try to start up conversations, and I stop them dead with “This is British public transport – we don’t even make eye contact, let alone speak!” Not everyone wishes to be disturbed by inane chatter from someone we don’t know!
Megan, Brighton UK[quote/]
Don’t look at me! I’m British! Noooo! Not the eyes!
I shall now press ‘Submitt’ and watch my quote tags get mangled.
Or even ‘Sumbit’.
Pah. It’s because someone forrin person made eye contact with me on the train yesterday. Haven’t been the same since.
Ha, you don’t even need an iPod – a pair of headphones does the trick nicely. I have to say that I often ignore people on public transport up here in Glasgow, because often people who strike up conversation with you end up asking for a fag, or a pound for some bevvy, or whether you’ve found Jesus, or which football team you support (this is a preamble to sticking a knife in your eye).
tiny clanger:
It took me a couple of goes to get the hang of blockquotes. Try right-clicking and going to “View Source” to see how it’s done. There. Grandmother. Eggs. Sucked. Job done.
More like Katie Cunt.
How’s that for razor sharp wit?
I consider myself Mancunian first, English second and miserable git third. Being miserable, I avoid speaking to strangers and people I have known for years on public transport as it’s socially awkward and I just want to be left alone to read and try to come to terms with the fact that I’m not in bed any more.
So it’s HTML not BBCode? Ta for that.
Katie’s jealous that she’s never been in the ‘I saw you’ columns of the freesheets. Why would she, one look at her curt, lemon-sucking face must be enough for a lifetime.
“Meaningless conversation” – how warm and loving her personal relationships must be.
How does she know whether a conversation is going to be meaningless before she’s even had it? Do you have to fill in a Request for Intercourse Form 912(B)/9 in triplicate for her to review?
Did somebody say intercourse with triplets?
I’m glad “Megan, Brighton” ended her post with a jokey exclamation mark, or it might have looked as if she was a sour, joyless hag.
If people try to talk to more I just rely on Malcolm Tucker for the appropriate response
“I’d love to stop and chat but, frankly, I’d rather have type 2 diabetes”
She doesn’t want any dusky furruner knowing our precious directional sekrits. Unpleasant dessicated hag. I hope that whenever she goes on holiday they give her a blank map and refuse to speak to her.
Though of course I never speak to anyone on the Tube. That would be weird.
People who use public transport don’t wash themselves and they smell bad. This is not SURPRISING when the feeqly choose to travel with dirty non-whites and other knife carrying (UNEMPLOYED) drug scum. I was on a bus once and they let on a black man who smelled of marijwana. I got off at the very next stop I can tell you. You could’nt make i tup.
once someone had a suspicious pakage on the Tube and they wer forun. i thought it might be a bomb but then it turnd out to be A CURRY. I didn’t know whether to laught or cry. HAVE THE PC BRIGADE BANNED GOOD OLD BRITISH FISH AND CHIPS. right, time to leave “our green and pleasant hills”
Dammit, when did they change the regulations on English politeness? I had a damn near 20 minute conversation with a bloke at a bus stop the other day, he must have thought me terribly rude.
On the bright side – we did it entirely in Swahili, so nobody else at the stop be offended by our cordial passing of the time.
Doesn’t everyone in London work in PR? I thought the whole city had turned into an international bullshit factory.
It’s the politician-PR complex:
‘Hi, I’m Julian and I work in PR for the Labour party.’
‘Hi, I’m Katy and I work in PR for the Labour party.’
‘Hi, I’m Tarquin and I work in PR, mostly for the Labour party, but also as David Cameron’s fluffer.’
I think her boyfriend dumped her for a dirty foreigner who was a polite member of society, and now she’s all bitter about it.
I’m a coffee coloured British lady who makes eye contact with, smiles at and speaks to other train passengers. Do I need to eff off back to where I cam from?
Surely this woman works as a secretary in the city, hates everyone she works with but cant quit her job because of her spiralling debts, lives in some shithole town in Essex, commutes into Stratford every morning where the ‘darkies’ get on the tube while she looks disapprovingly at them for having to share her tube carriage then goes back to reading her copy of the Metro because she’s to fucking pig ignorant to read a newspaper.
I tried to talk to her the other day on the train, when she didnt respond I burst into tears then reported her to the nearest policeman for racially abusing me (I’m half scottish).
Its political correctness gone mad I tell you.
Katie gets even better if you Google her:
She must work in PR, maybe for Visit England?
She loves the old place? How old are we talking? When the slave trade was still active?
Her local must be fun, by her logic (in the weakest possible sense) if the Poles and Ausies don’t serve in bars, you’re going to just get incredibly rude Londoners instead telling you to “F*ck off and get your own drinks”.
But then that sounds like Utopia to Katie.
I’m actually ashamed to have the name Katie.
*rushes out to assist strangers and be friendly to everyone in the world*
I hate Katie True.
Her grasp of written English is so bad I can’t actually believe she is English? Perhaps this is the result of a New Labour education…?
From a Telegraph thread about where you’d go if you did a John Darwin:
“I would love to disappear! I would go somewhere warm and lazy, I believe the Caymen Islands are lovely. I would have no telephone, leave no forwarding address, I certianly would not have my picture taken! All I would need is a little apartment overlooking the sea with a small income just enough to live. It is my dream I just wish I knew how to do it.
Katie True
on December 07, 2007
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I’ll put £5 in the kitty if someone can find her an apartment?
somewhere warm and lazy?
Michelle McManus’s bosom might be just the ticket
Bloody forruners, coming over here taking our little apartments. Nicking all the small incomes. We should just be pig ignorant to them.
You couldn’t make it up.
I think you’ll find it’s written “I hate Katie FACT.”
i always find the majority of people in london polite and helpful – the commute is a bit hectic at times but it is pretty fucking horrible at rush hour.
just for the record if i ever meet Katie True, i’ll probably avoid talking to her, and just kick her in the fanny.
I may even take a run up first.
I’ve just spent a long weekend in London (you guys have been busy while I was away, it’s going to take me ages to catch up) and it’d be shit if it weren’t for the furriners.
Imagine a whole city populated only by Katie Trues. *shudder*