318 - Malone gets unwanted attention near the toilets….

“I wish that was my baby, you tell your man when you get home tonight, how lucky he is yeah?” Okayeeee. “I like your trainers” he says touching his black eye, “they’re fakes” I reply getting up to walk towards the doors of the train. It’s not my stop but these guys are bugging me now. “Just say if we intimidating you and we’ll go” The boy drops his beer, looks up sheepishly; “we’re a bit pissed y’know”. Rocking the baby back and forth I say, “Well as long as you’re happy”. “You girl could make me a lot happier.” Yuck.

If I weren’t standing there with my baby trying to get her to have a lunchtime nap, if I had been on my own I would have walked away. But I was trapped, as Great Britain likes to build trains,where you can’t actually push a buggy or a wheelchair down the aisle of the train, instead they prefer to store us second class citizens next to the toilets on the train, therefore becoming the butt of all pissed idiots requiring the toilet but finding it not in working order. “I need to piss man, I need to piss”. He pisses near the toilets. “I wouldn’t walk over there lady”. Thanks. “So how come you going to Brighton?” He says, I think about telling him to do one, but I can’t work out if they alright and just pissed. Or if they are actually nasty pieces of work up to something, ignoring them isn’t an option so I play bored mum trying to get her baby to sleep and hope they will go away. I just can’t relax. I’ve just been up the allergy clinic in London, found out the baby has a rare wheat allergy, not just an intolerance where it makes you bloated, but an actual allergy like people have to nuts. I’m tired I want to relax, not have to keep my guard up the whole journey. Luckily the baby is being good, even taking a long nap whilst I am being hassled by these fools. “well I live in Brighton” I say rocking the buggy hoping she’s asleep now and his loud slurring won’t wake her. Rubbing his black eye, he says. “Is it! Did you move to get away from trouble?” “I moved from London to get a better quality of life”, standing up he says “innit to get way from trouble”. “Where’d you get your black eye?” I ask trying to look motherly and not er urban in my black skinny jeans and Nike air Jordan’s… “I wanted a one on one fight but they all come for me with tools man, but no worries man get kidnapped tonight in Brixton”. I read the paper, watch TV and teenagers are being killed everywhere with ‘tools’. What happened to just a good ole head butt or a severe kicking? Kids these days are just lazy, they can’t even beat someone up without using a tool to do it.
I blame Sony playstations, ‘mr muscle kitchen cleaner’, and remote controls, in my day you had to walk 6ft to turn the TV channel over! We knew about hard work…ahem… The boys notice another girl (one without a pram) and move on, but I hear one of the say “mate you’ve more chance with the one with baby”.