Had a job interview with some nice folk near Oxford today, which meant that I had the joys of Virgin trains for part of my journey.
Amid all the usual announcements about not leaving your bag around, and the excuse-of-the-day for being late, was a gem I've not come across before. Apparently they "offer a non smoking policy".
They "offer" one?
"Would sir like a non-smoking policy?"
"Not today I'm trying to give them up."
Hell - I don't smoke and this pissed me off. God knows how the smokers feel.
Also - if you're in the mobile free carriage and see a bit fat bloke tapping away at his powerbook please don't be tempted to make a phone call. Because I'll move next to you. And sing. Badly.
News flash for those who don't realise...
People sitting in the mobile free carriage do so to avoid listening to your fucking puerile conversations. Even if it's "just for a minute". Even if "I have to sit here because there isn't a table in the other carriage". Tough luck.
Phone off or fat bloke next to you singing. Your choice.
We now return you to your regular broadcast.