On entering the tube carriage tonight, I thought I heard someone commentating on the end of a particularly exciting horse race.
It was, however, just one half of an a pair of Arabic men having the loudest conversation in a confined space you could possibly imagine.
I have no idea what language it was carried out in, but just imagine an hyperventilating Peter O'Sullivan sparring with an Appalachian livestock auctioneer on Mexican Speedballs.
For fifteen minutes, without breathing in.
It didn't take long to lose its amusement.
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