The Null Device
I'm Wayne Kerr, and if there's one thing I hate...
it's loud, obnoxious sports fans. Given that this was Grand Final weekend
in Melbourne (something to do with a bunch of blokes kicking a ball around a
field to appease the gods or something), they were out in force on public transport. As was I, commuting between the old and new premises.
Last night, as I was sitting on the train, trying to read, I had the misfortune
of sharing a row of seats with three drunken revellers, one of whom
(an obese woman with a high, screeching voice not unlike fingernails on a
blackboard) insisted on singing (or rather bellowing) the Essendon football
club song and accosting other passengers, telling them to support her team.
Her companions tried to tell her to shut up, but she wouldn't have a bar of
that. I was attempting to read my book, studiously ignoring her attempts to
strike up a conversation; needless to say, I didn't get much reading done
in that journey.
Today it wasn't quite so bad (by some miracle, I avoided that particular train
that would be packed to sardine-can densities with a sweaty crush of
football-scarved biomass, instead getting a subsequent one with some
stragglers), though the raucous, off-key choruses of football fans that
kept erupting were not pleasant.
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