My eyes...it burns...it burns

Now I am not a melodramatic sort of chap, but once again I find myself on a packed train with someone who has used Eau de Napalm instead of some normal inoffensive perfume. There is coughing, spluttering and even tears coming down the cheeks of some fellow passengers but the lady in question is oblivious to the misery and suffering she is causing. Without wishing to decry the efforts of the brave troops of WW1, but having discussed what a mustard gas attack was like with my late Great Grandfather for a school project many many years ago, I now have a greater insight into his experiences. Even the many open windows are doing nothing to shift the noxious cloud and it's effects on the rest of us. How can she not notice the reek of her chosen fragrance? Here's hoping she gets off soon before the effects become more lasting. I am off to rig up some form of breathing apparatus, before taking a few days holiday to celebrate getting another year older. Happy travelling....cough.....splutter.....everyone.