Minor rant
Promise not to make a habit of ranting, but...
Walking to the tube station in central London to get home. There I spy a vendor for the London Paper, one of the freebie evening papers now available in the city. She quite pleasantly holds out a copy as a I pass, which I take. Just a smile of acknowlegment to each other.
The next second, another woman has come from nowhere, frantically waving her free newspapers, the London Lite (sic), and yelled 'London Lite' at me.
So, that's the tactic, then. Run over to someone who has obviously just picked up the rival paper, yell loudly and wave your free paper at them.
It's not the first time that's happened, and it's always happened in that order. I wasn't chuffed.
I just hope it's not going to be like this every week.
Right, rant over
Walking to the tube station in central London to get home. There I spy a vendor for the London Paper, one of the freebie evening papers now available in the city. She quite pleasantly holds out a copy as a I pass, which I take. Just a smile of acknowlegment to each other.
The next second, another woman has come from nowhere, frantically waving her free newspapers, the London Lite (sic), and yelled 'London Lite' at me.
So, that's the tactic, then. Run over to someone who has obviously just picked up the rival paper, yell loudly and wave your free paper at them.
It's not the first time that's happened, and it's always happened in that order. I wasn't chuffed.
I just hope it's not going to be like this every week.
Right, rant over
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