This avid follower of Duncan Bannatyne (miserable glaswegian one) noticed that when Duncan's wife had lost her dress on a train (ask NO questions) she managed to get it back via the hamazing medium of twitter and all the twitpricks that lap up virtual celeb sperm. I don't think I would have the balls (or downright fucking cheek) to ask someone to broadcast that I lost my ticket over Twitshit.
And thankfuly it hasn't worked, HA. Tosser.
Sadly this poor bitch has two things working against her, National Rail refuse to issue another ticket as she has previously lost two tickets (in her defense one of them was stolen along with her bag full of cornish pasties) and there's a 98% chance this ticket is in a bin. It does amaze me that when National Rail churn out an annual ticket to the tune of 4k that it comes looking like your average return to Clapham junction, just an orange and white paper thing. Surely it should be printed on silver and tied up with a ribbon?
Just as a heads up, if I find this ticket i'm tearing it in two and broadcasting it on FACEBOOK, you know the original place to update your status. Twitter indeed .
'Oh, here it is'
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