Bob Crow said he wasn't Mystic Meg but he wouldn't book rail travel for Easter.
No, you bald-headed fucking blubbery cunt, you're not Mystic Meg. She doesn't look like a fucking badly-packed kebab and you do.
Easter rail travel is under threat from three industrial disputes which could halt trains in the first national rail strike for 16 years.
Signalmen, maintenance staff and supervisors are all poised to strike in disputes over job losses, pay and changes to working practices.
I wouldn't travel anywhere by train over Easter anyway, Bob, because that's when Notwork Rail cunts up the entire railway network by digging the fuck out of it.
But happy striking, you cunts. It will be no fucking loss if the train operating companies go tits up and you fuckers all lose your jobs, you stinking cunts.
And Bob, I genuinely do hope you die an agonizing death. Face cancer would be first prize, but a wrecked train full of RMT "members" would be a fucking delight of irony.