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Originally Posted by Toy Soldier
The underground reminds me of the first time I went to University (I was at Glasgow Uni for 5 months when I was 18, in the midst of my parents separating and my mum descending into alcoholism) so I get triggered  . The smell of it makes me feel like a lost little boy!  And that waft of warm air from the tunnel as the train is arriving. Actual PTSD or something  . |
I only ever go on the clockwork orange to Ibrox and have been going on it since it was moderinsed in 1980 or so. All I associate it with is the smell of alcohol and people banging on the roof of a packed cab singing "wur up tae oor knees in Fenian blood, surrender or yool die"
so i guess its up to its knees rather than on them
