This morning I did not get mugged on the train, no Eastern Europeans with babes in arms asked for money, no loud phone conversations or i-pods, not one annoying busker, nor was the train short, and there was plenty of space (08.29 as you will all be interested). I was not hassled by a big issue' seller, although the Metro (that I try to avoid) was particularly devoid of intereting news. I managed to find a mate to chat with. This was almost as civilised as cycling. Is this an unusual experience?

Sorry I digress.

There was three ticket booths open. Yes three. I could avoid the grumpy one. There was three people getting served and only two people queuing. Just as I went to get served, the older lady, queuing behind one chap who just finished his trasaction said to me "don't you know that there is a queue", ie she thought that I shoud step aside to let her move from the central booth. The ticket staff thought this was hilarious and said something to the effect that she was the local nutter.

So three questions.

Are you the local nutter?

Have you seen the said nutter?

Should there be queue management like you see at large stations, post office, bank etc?

BD - brightening even the most mudane of lives, with his every day stories of SE23 folk