I have been up and down the country in the last two days sampling all life on Britain's railways, I am coming over all Boz. I can laugh now, because I had a very interesting conversation with a philosophy academic from Lancaster University on the leg of the journey from Cardiff to Crewe.
Prior to that I endured a family of scrotes, one of whom told me to "fuck off" when I asked her to turn down her mobile phone, which was playing horrible music.
An ignorant mother with a lovely daughter. Mum grunted at me when I helped her get her bag down.
Then I had two sweaty fat Welsh blokes showing each other porn on their mobiles.
Rachel thinks I hanker after a time when only the rich and educated were allowed to travel on trains. Harsh, but possibly true.