Hairy journey

There is nothing more unpleasant than sitting behind someone on a train when they are faffing about with their hair.

Not only was the woman in front of me a momumental pain to all around her by constantly moving her bag in and out the aisle, but she was dragging a hot brush through her hair for most of my 1 hour, 10 minute journey today, with hair flying everywhere. It was a totally unpleasant experience for the poor woman next to her who was trying to enjoy a bacon buttie.

Now, I am not the world's greatest fan of hair. In fact, apart from being an air hostess, being a hairdresser would be my idea of living hell. The thought of hair landing on me, even my own leaves me cold. Strange? Indeed. But true.

So I think the train companies should add to their list of bans while travelling (smoking, mobile phones in the quiet coach, standing anywhere near first class with a standard class ticket) and ban any kind of hair brushing while in a carriage. Permanently.