I love the quiet coach, I travel quite a bit on trains around the UK and always go quiet if I can. Great chance to switch my phone off and just look at the greenery and urbanity whooshing past the window, looking for cows and church steeples and narrow boats, it's a delightful thing.
Anyone who dares to disturb that railway reverie with a halfalogue on their latest business dealings, are looking at getting a Wookey glare, a finger wag, or even
words. Not acceptable, not on my watch!!
That's phone convos in public, which are scientifically proven to diminish the cognitive abilities of people forced to listen, whilst ironically also often revealing the stark
lack of cognitive ability in the twats doing the yapping.
I also recently told a young man off for singing with his earphones on, on the tram. He had all the wrong notes, in entirely the wrong order, and I jabbed him and told him so. I was in a fucker of a mood at the time, true, but discordant singing in public on a tram to Eccles during rush hour on a Friday should
definitely be classed as common assault.
He stopped singing. I hope forever.
