Travelling the Midland line is often interesting, occasionally informative.
On the way home tonight, Prudence found herself seated between a pair of Japanese teenage girls and a pair of bogan teenage boys.
The girls giggled and sang along along to their iPod in squeaky, breathy voices.
The boys discussed the terms of their parole with liberal sprinklings of expletives.
Then we all negotiated a wall of burly cops and two drug sniffer dogs at the end of the line.