A junkie took up the spare seat next to me on the train recently and started knocking out a text message on his phone. Ten minutes later, he was still going.
The carriage was filled with deafening intermittent key tones, followed by silence as his head nodded forward in a heroin induced stupor in between writing sessions. I snuck a peek at his screen, he had only tapped out 6 words.
I had to make my way upstairs to avoid the temptation of grabbing his phone to finish his damn message so we could all get some peace and quiet.
