Passengers

The man with Elvis hair, the man with too short sleeves, the man wearing a black necktie, the girl with a white skiing jacket and the woman whose feet barely touched the floor sat opposite the man with stand-out blood vessels on his temples, the woman reading The Time Traveller's Wife, the lady in a pale pink scarf, the man with the pointy nose, the woman on chapter 35 and me. In between stood a man listening to an ipod and wearing a quilted barbour jacket of the sort best seen on a stablehand who kept staring at me writing in my notepad. I couldn't decide whether he had a tic or was irritated but I got distracted by the man stood next to me who couldn't stop rattling his change in his pocket.