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'traffic marshalls' aka banksmen (x3 or 4) opening and shutting temp barriers across intersections of Coventry St, Wardour St, Leicester Sq and Whitcomb St. It's because there's a massive building going up on Whitcomb St (closed) so large lorries and cranes and stuff need access. Also, it seems limos and other taxis dropping and collecting customers of W hotel (former Swiss Centre) opposite my place of work on Wardour St, delivery drivers and drainage co vans visiting KFC all count as vehicles. When I leave work and get on road to leave Wardour St the same way the limos go, told in no uncertain terms by banksmen that the access is for the hotel, they won't let me through. All very Andrew Mitchell it was. Like Chalfie says ... poor old ME.
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Bought a Railcard for a journey to Manchester, must've accidently bought a network Railcard instead of a 16-25 one. Got checked thrice and the conductors didn't mind or even mention my blunder so I was still oblivious. Then, on my return trip got checked by a conductor and charged £78 for a whole new ticket as I had the "wrong documentation" - just say wrong Railcard you pillock - so couldn't even just make up the full cost for the ticket I already had. This was east Midlands rail.
Is this a case of a cock of a jobsworth or am I in the wrong for trembling for want of skinning the twat alive.
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2 tales. One good jobsworth and another.
Liverpool Limestreet. Needed the loo. Attempted to put 30p to enter the toilet and carry bike over turnstile. The loo attendant said cyclists go free and let me in the disabled loo with bike and no charge. He wouldn't accept the 30p I offered him.
Premier Inn, Belfast, raining. Walked into reception with bike to book in. Receptionist said I'd need to put the bike in 'storage' as its wet and will leave skidmarks on the walls an dirty the floor. I suggest in jest that they should store my wet shoes too to keep the walls and floor clean. She then asked where my helmet was and told me about an idiot cyclist she'd seen almost crash into a lorry...