Scoundrel said:
^^ Interesting story. I'm not sure about UK trains, but in the U.S. most trains are equipped with emergency buttons/intercoms. I would look for something like that. Of course, if it happened in an area where there is cell reception I would immediately call 911 or the equivalent emergency number.
We have those alarms on trains here, for sure.
I operated one when I saw 3 cocky young black kids getting beaten up by some grown men (builder types).
The kids were fucking rude. But they were still kids and they didn't deserve to get battered by grown men. I would have intervened, but hey, numbers and all that. I just pressed the button instead.
Thankfully it was at a central tube station (Tottenham Court Rd. or something) and there was indeed a copper walking down the platform. When the train stopped, I grabbed him and told him it was me that pushed the button and directed him to the right carriage. From there, the other people in the train (women mostly) pointed out the 'racist' bullys and they got nicked.
Those black kids were cocky, but I've seen worse. Those bullys were just looking for an easy mark to take out their frustrations. If I hadn't hit that button, no one else would have. London is like that. No one ever takes responsibility - waiting for someone else to do it.
It's quite 'a thing' to hit that button at a central tube station. You know it will cause serious disruption. Then again the whole tube network is seriously fucked and disrupted.
I'd have done the same if it was white kids getting hit by grown black men. Pull them up, give them a bit of 'verbal' but don't go bashing them. And they did this with mothers and kids near by. They looked seriously scared by their actions.
It was a good day.
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As for the situation with the young girl, there was absolutely no need to do that. It was not an emergency. The train does not stop in the middle of the tunnel anyway, it moves on to the next station where help has been signalled for.
It would have been silly to abuse that. It's for emergencies. Like young kids being assaulted.
We don't have intercoms. Once the button is hit, it's roll on to the next station where the police will be waiting, as what happened in my other scenario. Just lucky there was a copper about, even in Central London.
I do have a problem with how a lot of black people behave. I'm not a bleeding heart white pussy. But I have a sense of what is right and what is wrong. It's funny some of the nights I've spent where I've gone on about 'fucking black people' and my black friends have gone on about 'fucking white people' - maybe you needed to be there.
I see the deep hatred and anger that lies in all men's hearts. Some closer to the surface than others. It's good to meet with the 'shadow' and get to know it, not so much to let it possess you.
Anyway, regarding your other earlier point: we don't have cell reception underground on trains - mobiles don't work - or at least they didn't then.
I've been out from the Metropolis for some time now. Thank fuck.
I could write a book (and maybe I will some day) about my time travelling on the tube: from near death experiences, to seeing people being stabbed, seriously beaten up, to older ladies pulling their skirts up and flashing me their shaved pussies, to horny horse-riding bitches that used to whack their riding crops on their riding boots to get my attention, to other horny horse-riding bitches pulling down their jodhpurs and pissing on the seat in front of me.
And that isn't even the half of it.
I put up a few thousand words at Roosh's other site about day-gaming on the tube. But I've not put anything here on RVF. I know the London Underground like the back of my hand. I know the secret tunnels and not so secret-tunnels connecting different stations.
I've picked up more pussy on the tube than all the nightclubs I've ever visited. I've had women hop on the train in heat, sitting right opposite me and then kicking me with their boots 'accidentally' to get my attention. It's the sort of equivalent when a woman comes up to you in a packed night club and stands in front of you, ever closer, then rubs her arse in to your ever expanding hard on. Then she fucks off. The've even done that to me with their boyfriend standing right next to them.
I've even had women come up next to me on the plaform and blow their 'pen' in front of me just to show me what they could do. I've
even told some of my other girlfriends about this strange experience, and do you know what they said? "There's a lot of us about".
Fuck. I thought it was 'just me'.
Women go on the hunt too. Never forget that. The tube is a wonderful anonymous playground. Or at least it used to be, before all the cameras on the trains and platforms.
Nowt so queer as folk, as we say around 'ere.
Anyway, didn't mean to 'derail' the thread.
Please excuse my freeform 'train' of consciousness.
Hoe Hoe Hoe.
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