After spending Friday night watching toddlers die of malaria on Sport
Relief, it's rather grating to listen to some university students
loudly planning their spring holidays. They are going on a music
festival tour of Europe and talking about all of their previous trips
to "Pesht" (Budapest). For an hour so far.
There's only so much hedonism paid for by Bank of Mum and Dad that I
can listen to. I fear they are on the train for the entire journey. It
may get ugly...