January 2010
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The N87 home from the Strand to Clapham Junction.
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It's the little things...
Why do little things irritate me so? I’m on the 7.13am train to Waterloo; the woman sat behind me is noisily chewing on gum and the businessman in front is gazing down at the floor persistently clicking his pen. Am I being a miserable git or does this stuff piss us all off?
