Was travelling by train today. Sharing a table with an elderly couple opposite.
Bloke sits next to me. He made Les Dawson's Cosmo Smallpiece look good and smelled worse than some we have met at exhibitions.
Cleared himself space on the table, well took most of it really. Plonked his arm on the armrest digging me in the ribs with his elbow and left it there.
Got his book out and started reading.
It was called 'Resolving conflict in Marriage'