Tommy Collison

Just in the door from Collision Course II and a generally awesome day. Am completely whacked though so no big long post. Just me, here, talking about how much of a rebel I am. Hopped over to the Limerick Junction – Limerick City train. There were about 5 people in my carriage and I can’t see many more being in the others.

So I fire up Twitter and stick in headphones to listen to music (guess what :P) and look around. There’s someone three rows behind me staring out the window, and there’s 2 people about 5 rows in front of me deep in conversation. They’re wearing suits. Finally, there’s a student chappy at the end with his nose in a book.

Right. It’s safe.

I yawn and slip one foot on the edge of the seat facing me (I got a table to myself). No one looks. I do the same and the other leg joins it on the edge of the seat. One fluid motion later, my heel is on the seat. Another fluid motion later, both are on the seat.

Now, all tables have the warning:

But y’see, there’s a little known bit of fine print. It goes something like:

This does not count if you’re a red-headed teen called Tommy Collison and you’re tired and there’s only five people on the train, someone three rows behind you staring out the window, 2 people about 5 rows in front of you deep in conversation. They’re wearing suits. Finally, a student chappy at the end with his nose in a book.

Gotta love loopholes!

Video:

Video quality on the 5310 is cow’s poo, I know ;-)