As is typical on South West Trains, people today were rude, annoying and generally revolting. There's no escaping the boorish British public. Yesterday I caught a 7.30pm train home and I was one of the last people to get a seat: other poor sods had to stand all the way after long day at work. And if, by some chance, the t*sser lawyer in the blue pinstripe who was sprawled across two seats talking loudly into a mobile phone all the way to Guildford is by any chance reading this: no act of charity you might undertake in the future will ever absolve you.
Today, I caught an early train home and was so happy to find some empty seats in a "quiet carriage" (ie, one of the carriages where people are not supposed to talk on mobile phones or listen to loud music). What happens?
Exactly. People rabbiting away on mobile phones right underneath the "no mobile phones" sign. Unfortunately, in 21st century Britain, you dare not ask anyone to shut up in case you get stabbed.