So does this stand-on-right etiquette apply to all escalators in the UK?
That had to be a joke. I hope that was a joke.
It was a funny thread, though.
Hmm…me too. I wonder if the posts are at cross purposes. Haven’t been to London for 20 years but my recollection is pedestrian etiquette on the footpath and in the Underground was keep left. Exactly as it was on the roads.
In terms of modern British trashiness, I have seen that one may purchase nail art of Wills and Kate to put on your dragon lady fingernails.
That’s the regal finger of authority for the people in the Underground who are not standing to the LEFT as they should be…
Heh heh heh…furburger…hehhehehehe…
Just to re-clarify, the moving finger writ that standing is done on the RIGHT. Walking past other people is on the left. While I did get it, I find my esteemed colleague Malacandra’s description potentially confusing to the non-initiated.
Which flag?
The Union flag, of course. Dodi’s nationality wouldn’t be relevant if it was even remembered.
Pappsett’s story is the most horrific so far. None of the other stories have made me want to strangle the subject so far.
Technically I didn’t see this. When my wife and I were driving cross country to our new lives in New England, we stopped for lunch at a greasy spoon somewhere in…Kansas, I think it was. After our meal I had to visit the men’s room before hitting the road again. It was a small place, so the restroom had only one urinal and one stall, which I needed. Sat down and prepared to take my time (three days of road food and driving).
After about a minute, the bathroom door opens. I hear a person walk in and mutter under his breath. Presumably he needed to use the stall as well. Just before I could tell him that I’d be just a bit longer, I hear ZIP…RUSTLE RUSTLE… I can see his feet under the wall of the stall. He’s now standing in front of the urinal, turned around.
I’m sure you can see where this is going, which is good because I can’t figure out how to properly spell the sound that then occurred. For a solid 10 seconds.
Then I hear RUSTLE RUSTLE…ZIP. And he leaves. After his departure, all I can hear is the drip drip drip next to me. Needless to say my wife and I got the hell out of the state as quickly as we could.
Jailbird or jailbait? (Just in the interests of fighting ignorance you understand). 
Maybe she was just making sure the old guy was really dead.
My crazy aunt’s crazy toothless boyfriend showed up to my grandfather’s funeral in a stained wifebeater.
Where I comes from we call em 1125s (as in 1125 mills)
I’d seen that once also - in a coffee shop toilet, one of the urinals was FULL of what looked like calf shit, plus another pile on the floor - I gagged and got outta there as fast as I could.
Jailbird. I think she was on day release from holding up a Night Owl store. And trust me you wouldn’t want to touch her with someone else’s dick.
A crazed-looking preacher “witnessing” at the Brockton County Fair.
The guy was yelling about all the horrible punishments that Jesus had in store for us…as I walked past hime, the odor of cheap booze was overwhelming.
Volunteering at a soup kitchen, another one of the first-time volunteers got such a look on her face when we were told we’d be serving that she was shuffled over to do some lifting around the kitchen instead. What still befuddles me is the “volunteer” part, plus we were students - my own income level was barely above the poverty line, and that only because grad stipends in chemistry are unusually high.
A baby being fed doped orange juice so she’d shut up 
Note that the OJ was pre-doped, she’d get it doped systematically.
This one was socioeconomic disadvantaged yet the opposite of trashy. A couple of teenaged parents in the supermarket for what seemed to be their first time, having no idea how the different offers work; for example, there were some “3x2” offers and they’d taken 2 items, thinking the cashier would give them the third one. The cashier got their groceries processed as if they had indeed taken everything and called for one of the attendants to accompany them to get the rest while she got everything into the cart and kept an eye on it (some of us who were in line helped), she also asked about some basic childcare items to make sure they had remembered about those (they had). I can’t remember when was the previous time I’d seen someone adult-sized with such a look of eagerness and hope as those two kids.
I guess YMMV based on your vision of “trashy”…anyway, my aunt killed herself when I was 13. She had been suffering from mental illness for many years, and had in the last part of her life started joining lots of different self-help and fringe religious groups (EST and the like). At her wake, her current preacher drove up in a stretch white limo. On the hood was an airbrushed picture of Jesus with big, Hulk Hogan muscles and flowing blond hair. Below that was a banner that read “POWER JESUS!” So, that’s my memory of my aunt’s wake.
Now that I teach calculus, I have strange connotations when discussing power series.