left luggage.

An announcement at the train station informed me that any bags left unattended would be destroyed or buried. Buried? So I go to the loo and you bury my dirty laundry. We are all scared about suspect packages and bags in public places but make the effort to blow them up at least, I would rather see my boxers charred beyond belief floating from the sky like a kind of black snow than have the future equivalent of Tony f*cking Robinson digging up my smalls in 40 years time on national TV and try and place them as he does with roman artefacts now. ‘Yes what a find, these date to the period of about 2006, you can see the distinct markings of the Simpsons a cartoon family who were very popular around that time and donned may goods from mugs to pencil cases.’
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