Musical chairs

It may just be me -I know it's not- and I may just sound old -well I am getting there- but I've never seen the appeal of collecting grubby festival wristbands on your arms over years. Mine tend to last the journey home so that anyone I come across will know why I'm so filthy, my hair's such a mess, and I generally smell like a tramp...but then they're cut off so that I can have a proper shower.

This guy was sat in front of me on my journey down to London this morning.
It's a strange day, heading down to London to do a 10 minute presentation and then heading back without seeeing much of London except the inside of the underground. Still, has to be done.

Festival guy wasn't even the most annoying person on my journey, that honour has to go to the middle aged man in sandals and a stupid hat that decided to listen to Justin Timberlake on his ipad at a volume that meant everybody in the carriage could hear it even through his headphones.
Arse!