I remember yrs ago travelling through That There London on the way to a festival in Germany. We hit (i think) Victoria Station at the peak of early morning rush hour, and for me it was a horrible shock after my experiences of my own solo cycle commute to work!
There was a heavily pregant lady across the floor, struggling along when the bell rang and the gates opened. This complete and utter cretin just hurried straight out, barged into her and knocked her to her knees without stopping. Must admit, i lost it a little at that point and as he passed i cropped him hard in the shins with my steel-toed clogs! I think i hurt him ‘cos he went down hard and my mates dragged me away – not that i’d be hard to find with fully ironed (noisy) clogs on, a bright red 3ft long mohican and a bloomin’ great kit bag!
Must admit though, the sound of several pairs of iron-shod clogs clomping along through the underground does make the southern grockles get out of the way sharpish 🙂