Some people have absolutely no self awareness. I mean, absolutely none.
It’s a Saturday afternoon on the train, granted, it’s not the quiet coach but all us old boys are having a rather pleasing time talking nonsense. The train is full and there’s a gentle level of noise of happy people.
At this point, I must point out I’m a Dad. I have children. I consider my children to be lovely and well behaved. Ever since they were little they have been able to sit nicely and travel respecting fellow travellers.
So a family with two enter the coach. They have two small children, small children who should be entertained looking excitedly out of the window. There are lots of trains to look at, people to wave at, animals in fields, fluffy clouds on the sky. Why, I don’t even mind if the big blue diesel parked in the siding gets called Thomas (as opposed to ‘Royal Tank Regiment). What is absolutely, totally and utterly rubbish is their decision to entertain their children with a children’s TV programme on a phone. Paw Patrol apparently. On loud speak. Absolutely unaware that the other 67 fellow travellers are glaring at them. Even a blast of Vivaldis Four seasons doesn’t seem hint enough. We all love Paw Patrol and so does their vacant dribbling brat.
And so I’m off on one. Why on earth do people think it acceptable to share their noise? Why can’t people entertain their children without electronic devices? Why have these people chosen this coach?
However, in their window is a sign reserving their bay for the Canal Users Network Towpath Society. Obviously the good members have arrived.
(And don’t even start me on the unnecessary on-train announcements)
Ps dedicated to Brian and his bad leg