A new strain of “Tourette’s-like” virus is causing severe delays on the London Underground. The virus causes the symptoms of a bit of a cold, and an intense desire to shout out the names of terrifying vintage food recipes from 1942 to 1978.
“It’s been hell these last few days. BANNANAS IN ASPIC!” admits a North London mother of two that did not wish to be named.
The delays on the tube are due to passengers not suffering from the virus refusing to sit near those infected. This has led to crowded platforms and empty carriages on all lines. Although there have been no serious injuries so far, a man from Hoxton got his foot run over with a suitcase, after a young family fled into a different carriage, after being ordered to mash a tin of hot dogs with pineapple chunks and set the mixture in savoury jelly.
A regular traveller on the tube that is currently under the weather said:
“I won’t even be thinking about grinding up a pig’s lung and decorating it with sliced apple, and all of a sudden LIVER SAUSAGE DELIGHT, sorry, the name of an appalling recipe from the 1950’s will just pop out. SPAM SALAD LOAF!”
“SNOWY CHICKEN CONFETTI SALAD! EAT IT! IT LOOKS LIKE SICK!” Nodded another passenger sadly, before stuffing a spare pair of tights into her mouth to prevent further outbursts during the short journey from Camden to King’s Cross.
Although it’s a harmless condition, being aggressively ordered to eat ‘Cauliflower Fish Balls’ and arrange hot dogs in the shape of a pentagram can be upsetting, and trigger disturbing memories in older passengers.
“I wasn’t allowed to go out and play until I had finished my trotters with lime jelly salad. I don’t want to re-live those days,” said a pensioner that had moved seats four times in one journey, despite needing a hip replacement. As the tube reached High Barnet, the passengers not suffering from the condition were all crowded into one carriage, with at least seven sufferers banging on the connecting door and raving about pickled Spam.
One terrified passenger leaned over and whispered
“It’s like Day Of The Dead, but with canned sausages instead of brains,”