I got on the train this morning, spied an empty seat and made a dash for it. Empty seats are something of a rarity on rush hour Liverpool-bound services.
The bloke sitting next to me must have had a cold, because for the entire 12-minute journey, all I could hear was Sniff, Snort, Sniff, Snort, Sniff, Snort, Sniff, Snort, Sniff, Snort, Sniff, Snort, Sniff, Snort, Sniff, Snort, Sniff, Snort, Sniff, Snort, Sniff, Snort, Sniff, Snort, Sniff, Snort, Sniff, Snort.
JUST BLOW YOUR FRIGGIN’ NOSE!