Every fucking man on the train is in the aisle seat, bag on window seat, working hard to ignore people struggling for space. If my continued staring and silent tutting doesn’t work in the next hour or two I really might say something.

Quite. Just what I was wondering.

Okay, so pictures of my dog and getting ranty about prisons and probation takes me back about a decade. TF we’ve all managed to sort everything out since then.