Toni Le Busque's stories.

On the train from Hayward Heath to Balham there’s a guy sitting at the back of the carriage screaming into his mobile phone.
‘Did you get em? Did you get the fucking batteries?’
Then he goes quiet.
Then he shouts again.
‘Hang on a fuckin’ minute, fuckin’ hang on, I’m fuckin’ comin’, I just got on the fuckin’ train, mate, I’m fuckin’ comin’.
Then there’s silence.
And then he says, ‘Hello, hello, you fuckin’ there?
And then there’s silence.
And then he shouts out, ‘FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKIN’ BIG-NOSED CUNT,’ and the woman sitting opposite me tsks, shakes her head and frowns.