Shall I just rename this to the train blog?

It's becoming apparent that there are more bloggable incidents on a train than in any other social (or anti-social in a train's case) situation.

The temperature outside was around twenty degrees, and the train is slightly warmer. There's a large crowd of people on board, but there are no standing passengers. It is warm, people are tired and a bit irritable, and we're all looking forward to going home.

Then some selfish git decided that his feet needed airing, and removed his shoes.

The cabin filled with sweaty-sock-stench in a matter of minutes.

What sort of person thinks that it's okay to make people smell the contents of his shoes?

By the way, it could've been a girl, though I'm of the ilk that believe that girls fart roses and poo lillies.