7:19 am, S1 just outside the ring

Trying to stay in my own little world of books and music the woman sitting opposite drags me out worldlessly howling with her obsessive fidgeting.

The fact that the fake beaver collar of her swiss army jacket won't stand up straight has prompted a skin-toned boil of frustration to bubble up over her right eyebrow where it will live forever as a badge of - or monument to futility, alive - a janky, deaf-mute third eye of the Western world.