Mind your language

On the Tube home there were two guys clearly on their way the the airport, one wearing matching tracksuit top and bottoms, the trendy type with different colour arms, the other had shorts on and a sweatshirt. These were two Essex boys and had that Essex twang. I got on the tube in the middle of their conversation and one was asking the other about how much body fat he was carrying. not much was the answer, as I have been working out for the beach. You are so lucky was the reply as I ain’t got much time in the gym. “Just do it man” was the reply

The other one answered “True” and that seemed to be his Answer to most of the questions he was asked, but what was funny that he was unable to pronounce his R’s and it came out as twoo. He would say “Dats twoo en it”‘ “it’s twoo twoo” I nearly burst out laughing as it seem to be a pretty good impression of an Owl.

We arrive at my stop and they get up to change trains, Mr Twoo in the matching tracksuit stands in front of me with his bag and the other in the shorts behind me. I looked around and I could understand why he was asked about how much body fat he was carrying, he was the size of a defensive lineman, or a middle linebacker. Well defined, I could see he will do fine on the beach and cruising the bars, however his mate, oh dear, his bag was bigger than him. I am sure that both will have fun as long as there are not to many owl impersonations.

Now on the connecting tube and managed to get a seat. The guy opposite was on his phone and his key words was “Init man”. I was unable to work out what the conversation was about as all he answered was “yeah Init” and “Init man”.

PING,PING,PING goes the door, Oyster card in hand, up the steps and out.

Is it me or has the youth of today lost the ability to speak, or am I just getting old?