This morning, the mostly tranquil atmosphere of the train carriage was brutally disturbed by some teenage punk with an obvious lack of concern for other people. He had one of those new fangled mp3 mobiles that can be used as a mini ghetto blaster. As he sat down in the part next to the doors, we could still hear his music very loudly in the rest of the compartment. As my frustrations grew with his music being louder than the music I was listening to on my head phones, I noticed that I was no the only one that was getting somewhat agitated. You must understand that if you travel the same route every day, at the same time, you get to know some of the people you travel with. By getting to know, I mean recognise and know how they behave. No one actually talks to each other. Anyway, as this little prick seemed to be unaffected by the glares my fellow passengers were sending his way, I thought it was my turn to do something. I turned around, looked straight at him and shouted at the top of my lungs: "Oi! Turn that shit off or put your fucking headphones on!" I said it in English so he wouldn't have anything smart to say in return but would be perfectly able to understand what I meant. I am glad to say that it had the desired effect. The music was promtly turned off and peace and quiet returned to the carriage once more.