What irritates you?
 
I find standing up for children on the tube - specifically in South West London - incredibly annoying. I know this is an unpopular opinion but I’ll hold my nerve but then feel an unmistakable twinge at the back of my neck as the gaze of a passive aggressive, middle class mum bores down into my soul. She sighs dramatically and exclaims pointedly to the rest of the carriage, “Yes, I know you’re tired Henry.” Henry is usually completely unphased in his prep school blazer and, far from being a child, looks like he just sat his GCSEs. Sometimes these kids look old enough to have a wife and a mortgage. I’m not getting up, I’m exhausted, Henry. I’m buckling under the weight of late-stage capitalism here, Henry. I NEED this seat, Henry. I imagine that if I ever become a mum, I’ll retract this statement but for now I’m sticking firmly to my guns - and my seat.