You, yes you, on the Eurostar

This is for you, and you alone, if you are the idiot civil servant who sat opposite me on the train back from Brussels at 3pm today reading the Spectator (so there must be a chance you'll see this).

This is for you, and you alone, if you are the idiot civil servant who sat opposite me on the train back from Brussels at 3pm today reading the Spectator (so there must be a chance you'll see this).

It's not clever to speak loudly about Gordon, Alistair and Yvette wanting something, arguing about something else and then agreeing to it because you persuaded them. The rest of the carriage weren't impressed by you. In fact we thought you a total twit - especially when you then started shouting at your assistant on the phone. And when you called (I assume) your wife and started discussing your oh-so-important trip to Geneva.

What is it with people who have to share their self-importance with the rest of the world? I suppose it's connected with the same thing that ownership of flash cars is said to be connected with...