My Phone Envy

It seems the i-phone is now the toy of choice, and I want one. Why? Because everyone else does and its JUST not fair *stamp feet and pout* that I don't. I even had a bit of phone envy on friday night as Brien, Amy and then Mike, had their toys out comparing the latest free application they have downloaded for their phones, on their incredibly cheap all inclusive plans.

Mike, Brien and Amy with their I-Phones

I know it should be that a phone is a phone. You pick it up, press buttons and call someone, chat and hang up. Yes... No.... Then there is texting. You pick it up, press buttons, then a few more and voila you have text someone. You put phone down and await a reply. Yes... No... Its so much more than that.

There is an application to help you randomly decide where to eat, you get Facebook, free internet, apps to play old fashioned Atari games, YouTube, apps to know where to stand on the tube so your right near the exits. Yes, incredibly nerdy. BUT I WANT ONE *red face, fists banging floor*. Sigh.

Worst thing, the other morning a girl on the tube was taping away furiously on her Blackberry (really I am not going there on my want of the NEW purple Blackberry), me slightly jealous. THEN she pops that away and whips out her I-phone. Grr now have serious phone envy issues.

Maybe when I am back in Australia... *sigh, further sigh and big tut and huff*.

Personal Space people....get your own!

Riding the tube around London can be traumatic at the best of times, for multiple reasons, such as over crowding, its usually too hot, tourists, people who insist on getting on before others get off, rucksack wielding people, loud headphone music, weird people, people who smell (various combinations of people who are weird, smell, are loud and look funny), and of course summer under-arm nose-stuck-in syndrome. However, most...most... of the above doesn't bother me, but people in MY SPACE does.

I don't require much space and am not greedy about the space, in fact am usually the one willing to dive head first, screaming "pretend your a sardine" onto a rush hour am train. Seated though, now seated is a different story. When you have one of those coveted plushy velvety seats, that is your own 40 square centimetres of commuting heaven - foot area and head space included. Once I get this space and I find I become more territorial than a swan with cygnets!

I am not greedy about it either, as a reader I like to tuck my arms back but inside of the armrests. I willingly give my fellow commuters full armrest usage, are they grateful, mostly yes I would say. I keep my bags under my feet or on my lap.

So when you get the wide legged womb envy men or the squash bits with leg up men, you suddenly lose leg room. Me Peeved - indeed.

Then there are the, just how much more than over the arm rest can I go, you can almost read the thought bubble above their head as their elbows dig deeper into your arm. These people - oh yes women and men, young and old - get my bag pushed ever so politely up to the armrest to redefine the boundary of the armrest. The newspaper encroaching sorts; "ooops", up goes my book right into their paper, no "oh sorry" needed on my behalf, clearly their paper shouldn't have been there. The loud music players, staring them out works a treat, doesn't usually take them too long to work out why I am staring.

Am I insane, nope, just a normal commuter attempting to do so in peace in guidance with polite tube etiquette, that fortunately around 90% of people abide by. I just wish that such un-written etiquette, such common sense, would prevail for that 10% of people who lack, common sense.

This train terminates at...Bushey Heath ...

My fascination with the tube is never ending and I was quite chuffed to find this random installment about the Northern line that never was, nor will be. I had been mildly intrigued as to why the line has a little bit that is Mill Hill then it disappears into nothing. So now I know.

I am going to keep my eyes open for new videos, as of course this is not an isolated case. If you have a bit of time have a watch.

What I really want to say...tube weirdness

I am constantly thinking of things to put up here but never remember when sat down in front of the computer, complete writers block. Its rediculous. I really need a note pad and pen when out, but even then I am sure I would write some thing stupid like "apple" about something completely un related to an apple and not have a clue what I meant. I digress.

The tube is always a fun topic for me, something weird seems to happen on a regular basis. Today was a nice thing, I offered a lady, very obviously (so not fat) pregnant a seat or rather to get a seat for her (as I was standing too) on a packed Victoria line train. So good. She seem pleased at the offer, but declined.

Some weird guy the other day tried to sit on Marks lap, the seats are very wide on the Victoria line (but NOT wide enough for two men) and consequently a guy moved a bag to make space, Mark sat down, as did another bloke, poor Mark was right squashed up and had no idea what to do. He could not stop laughing. The other guy was oblivous and I had to ask him to move as quite frankly if anyone is sitting on my husbands lap its got to be me.

Then there was the bloke yesterday, casually dressed, spread eagled legs everywhere posture treating a "sardine special "packed Northern line train like his living room, cruching away on crisps. Next thing I know he is covering his face up with his scarf looking around frantically like he is going to catch the plague off someone, one guy standing looks at me as if to say, "what the..." (aka Rove), I just shrug, with a head tilt "weird blokes" direction and roll my eyes. Its not just me, see, we all notice the weirdos!