Boarded the train this morning only to realise that it had a reverse carriage configuration so found myself in coach D, the quiet carriage, instead of coach A.  Well, I didn't realise this at the time and I had just put my Walkman on & was privately rocking out to ELO when I had a tap on the shoulder and was informed by my neighbour (who was wearing spandex pants, hi vis jacket and STILL had his bike helmet on) that this was the quiet carriage and could I kindly turn my appliance off as they are not permitted.  Well, I have never been surrounded by such a bunch of intolerant smug little Nazis in all my life.  Even the bloody clatter of my laptop keyboard elicited a reaction from one of them!  I swear they were all trying to kneecap me with their bloody fold up bikes as we filed off the carriage at Swindon.
							
						
					
							
						

							
						
							
						
				
				
				
				
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