Gentlemen, please...

My train was cancelled, so we've got 2 trains worth of people hovering in the right place on the platform awaiting the 0704 to Waterloo.

I hover too, bump clearly on show. Surely it's not to much to ask that there may be a kind soul out there.

Train arrives, mass surgh to door. I'm physically rammed to one side. We're all used to a bit of push and shove in London, but this is so intentional I acutually say "excuse me?!". He looks, but not an apologetic look, more of a "yeah, so what?" look.

Now, you'd be forgiven for visualising this man as a scraggy youth with no morals. He is in fact a late fourties, Hugo Boss glasses, suit wearing, Times reading business man.

You know I'm all for equality, but is this what we're becoming? Dog eat dog, each (wo)man for himself? It's sad. I hope he's feeling guilty, but I suspect in his eyes I had no more right to a seat than him.

What a cock.

But you know the worst part, the last seat on the carriage was next to him. Sigh.

I think I might sit on the train until everyone else has got off. That'll really wind him up if I don't let him past! Tee hee xx