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Another slightly odd weekend - visiting family, with trains that weren't quite running (due to a signalling problem near Coventry) and a soundtrack provided by the various free CDs that came with the Saturday papers & some music magazines I bought this week (So... that's Orbital, Johnny Cash and Youssou N'Dour, then... :).

Why is it that people on trains seems pleasant enough... but then you transfer them to a rail replacement bus and they reveal themselves as the horrors they truly are? This time we had the man having a sequence of loud and increasingly irate phone calls about buying his girlfriend trainers (until the last one I was convinced he was talking to his daughter...), the small child busily transferring the contents of his nose to the back of the seats, his mother in the pink lycra top going "wuh?" in no particular direction every five seconds and the guy who was clearly high as a kite.

Actually, he probably had the right idea. I'm sure it would have been far less irritating journey if I was on drugs at the time.