sorry i mean ebay.
every now and then i drive down towards guildford on a sunday morning and i'm always amazed by the overflow from the carpark of a massive car boot sale that hosts several thousand people who have come along to sift through other people's crap. but now i know where these people are during the rest of the week. they're on ebay, the digital world's repository for everything you've never wanted and so much more.
one thing i did notice is that you've really got to keep your eye on your bid because my bid for some blokes soul on his passing was pipped in the final hour when i was away from my computer. that pissed me off a lot as i had been in the lead for 4 days.
but the beauty of this is that now i know there are people willing to pay their hard earned money for the contents of my loft, no matter how obscure the detritus, happy days.
Is there an ebay millionaire yet?
Monday, 12 March 2007
7.59 Putney to Waterloo
Packed as usual - 200 plus people crammed into a baked bean can on the usual trudge into work. It's amazing though, the only words spoken were by a guy at the door asking someone to open the window otherwise not another word was spoken. It's wierd that seemingly normal, good natured people shame their fellow travellers with withering looks and general contempt if the unwritten conventions of commuting in silence are broken. Even my wife and I who have loads to say to each other fall strangely silent on a train like a spell has been cast over us.
My dad has commuted on the same train, sitting in the same carriage to and from London for 30 years. He recognises all of the people in the carriage as they all travel together day in day out without fail yet he couldn't tell you a single one of their names. He's spent more time with these people than with any of his friends yet they've only ever exchanged nods and acknowldgement.
What is it about the British and commuting that makes them so private when they travel. This behaviour defies human nature.
Clearly it's different on the tube - check out this guy's website of conversations overheard.
http://www.themanwhofellasleep.com/gossip.html
If anyone says anything, i'll keep you posted - geddit
My dad has commuted on the same train, sitting in the same carriage to and from London for 30 years. He recognises all of the people in the carriage as they all travel together day in day out without fail yet he couldn't tell you a single one of their names. He's spent more time with these people than with any of his friends yet they've only ever exchanged nods and acknowldgement.
What is it about the British and commuting that makes them so private when they travel. This behaviour defies human nature.
Clearly it's different on the tube - check out this guy's website of conversations overheard.
http://www.themanwhofellasleep.com/gossip.html
If anyone says anything, i'll keep you posted - geddit
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