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I have the unfortunate task of going to Cardiff today on da train.
I was waiting on the platform at Stratford for an Elizabeth line train and I could hear an almighty racket further down the platform. I naturally thought “Bloody young bastards, how dare you sing and have a good time so early in the morning and I was racking my brains as to what team this lot could be.
Get on the train and every time we stop and the doors open you can hear the racket again.
Get to Farringdon and they all get off - loads of fellow blues!
Impressive sing song lads - what’s with all the Union Jack plastic bowler hats?
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“Hello, I'm your MP. Actually I'm not. I'm your candidate. Gosh.”
Boris Johnson canvassing in Henley, 2005.