mostly david ephgrave

This morning I was treated to the unpleasant sight of a man eating a packet of Quavers for breakfast. The crime scene was Platform Two of Hitchin Railway Station. I had just taken a freezing cold thirty-minute walk from my flat – and was sheltering from the wind in the waiting room when I spied the culprit. There are some sights and smells you don’t want to face before 9:00am; a man delving messily into a packet of crisps is one of them.  Now, it’s possible the man might have been working on a night-shift. Maybe he’d been up since first thing in the morning, travelling between two far-flung destinations. You could argue that – or just plump for the assumption that he was a greedy bastard. Believe me: when it comes to eating crisps pre-‘Homes Under The Hammer’, this man looked just the sort. There's nothing wrong with Quavers per se, but cheesy snacks have a definite time and place. I don’t know how you could hack t...