I used to end up sitting in the same carriage as all the nutters.
I loved the journey to Croydon every day, especially waiting till the annoying preaching bloke started telling us about Jeeeeeeeesus and the Bible, to which point I always shouted "it's not that good he dies halfway through", I usually got at least one laugh.
( Aenesis, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 10:30, archived)