They'll be live-streaming it: Why Gen Z must never become train drivers

THE minimum age to become a train driver is being lowered to 18, but can lazy, vape-addicted, teenage masturbators be trusted with the responsibility? Obviously not. Here’s why.

Passengers won’t be able to understand them 

Gen Z speak their own gibberish made-up language, so every announcement by train drivers will be something like: ‘Big yikes, gotta spill the tea on a major fail in 4k that’s so not rizz, bruh. Cheugy, fam!’ How this is meant to inform passengers that the train will now terminate at Glasgow Central is anyone’s guess.

They’ll be live-streaming it

All teenagers love live-streaming so will be doing it while they’re driving a train. They’ll be so busy responding to comments they’ll hurtle through stations they’re meant to stop at, rendering rail journeys pointless. It will also generate more insanely boring content, like their TikTok videos of dancing around or trying on clothes. Older people will be nostalgic for the high quality video content of yesteryear like Streetmate, Balls of Steel and Snog Marry Avoid?.

Wanking will cause rail disasters 

Teenagers’ addiction to internet porn will result in a death toll of tens of thousands. Drivers’ attention will be entirely focused on masturbating when BOOM! 180 tonnes of metal travelling at 125mph slams into the buffers at Euston, sending train wheels tearing through Burger King and decapitating people waiting for delayed Avanti trains. Nothing will be left of the Gen Z driver, except perhaps a cracked Samsung showing the final cumshot of an implausible MILF threesome scenario.

Vape fumes will obscure hazards 

All young people vape constantly, so drivers’ cabs will rapidly fill up with a thick fug of vapour limiting visibility to a few inches. People or animals straying onto the tracks will instantly be reduced to mince, and a fallen tree or landslide will result in hundreds of deaths. All due to Gen Z’s love of ‘Peppermint Mango Oregano Ice’ or whatever nonsense they’re huffing on these days.

Crocs will slip off the dead man’s switch

Gen Z love Crocs, but these hideous clog-like shoes made of plastic will slip off the dead man’s pedal and activate the emergency brakes. As you’re hurled face-first into the luggage rack at the end of the carriage like a rag doll and maimed for life, will you still think 18-year-olds driving trains is a good idea? Will you?

They are all radicalised incels

As the Netflix drama Adolescence proves, all male teenagers have been radicalised by incel chat rooms and now want to murder all women after seeing superficially harmless emojis like a smiley face, which in incel code means ‘The callous bitches are laughing at you for being a virgin’. Female passengers will have to be constantly vigilant – teenage incels won’t bother to stab you in a car park when they can just shove you off the train at 90mph on the outskirts of Stafford.

They’ll leave the cab to check their spots

Unlike the overweight 50-something men who traditionally drive trains, teenagers are covered in disgusting spots. It’s hard to squeeze their rancid pustules while holding a camera phone, so drivers will leave their cabs and go to the train toilet to do it. Result? A head-on collision with another train whose driver is doing the same thing, causing upwards of 800 fatalities. The most tragic irony is that picking at spots only makes them worse.

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Puking in the gutter like the Queen did: How two extra drinking hours will honour our VE Day heroes

KEIR Starmer is allowing pubs to stay open two hours later tonight to celebrate VE Day. Here’s how to show your respect for those who experienced the war by drinking more.

Waiting with the lads like they did on D-Day

As you stand with your mates at the bar waiting to get served, take a moment to reflect on how it must have felt for groups of young men waiting in landing craft to set off for the Normandy beaches. Nothing like this, probably. You almost certainly feel a lot less sick and terrified, though that might change once you’ve taken advantage of the Spoons Curry Club madras and been threatened by a pissed-up regular.

Drinking Kronenbourg to pay tribute to the French

Despite the fact that you have previously always claimed to hate the French for no reason whatsoever, on the anniversary of VE Day you feel a great sense of affection towards our wartime allies. Demonstrate this by necking numerous pints of Kronenbourg, because it’s probably what the brave men and women of the Resistance did. But mainly because it’s on offer and only £3.75 a pint. 

Catcalling women to thank them for keeping the home fires burning

If the fairer sex back in Blighty hadn’t been making jam out of carrots or whatever nonsense the government told them to do to distract everyone from the misery, men wouldn’t have had anything to come back to. Therefore pay ladies a compliment like ‘Show us your tits, love!’ as you stagger to the next pub. It’s showing your appreciation for what their grannies did in the war and Vera Lynn would approve.

Knocking back vodkas out of respect for the Soviets

While relations with Russia aren’t great currently, there’s no doubt that the enormous sacrifices of the Red Army played a pivotal role in liberating Europe during World War 2. Stick to the whitewashed historical version omitting events in Berlin and the fact that Churchill and Roosevelt f**king hated Stalin; if it’s good enough for the BBC it’s good enough for you and your pissed-up mates. Also Smirnoff is actually British, so that’s doubly patriotic.

Eating a kebab because, er, Turkey was neutral

After making full use of those two extra hours, stumble to your favourite kebab house and demand a large doner with everything. You’re not entirely sure how this is honouring the war dead, but your mate Gary insists Turkey was neutral and therefore it’s more respectful than getting a pizza from the fascist Italians in the takeaway next door. Actually they’re British and serve burgers as well, but remembering the war is very much about token symbolic gestures, so none of Mussolini’s medium pepperonis for you.

Puking in the gutter like the Queen did

It’s almost home time, but there’s one more way for you to salute the sacrifices made by our forebears, and that’s to vomit everything you’ve just consumed back up into the gutter. Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II famously slipped out of Buckingham Palace on the evening of VE Day to dance incognito in the street with the commoners, and no doubt puked her drunken guts up as well. Although it’s unlikely the future monarch also got cautioned by the police for pissing in a bin.