Ah so glad someone said that, I couldn't be bothered to go off on one but it's actually fucking shite.
You know me, stepping up as the voice of reason / a self-righteous prick (delete as you wish) so nobody else has to.

That's utter shite about the headphones though. Not to mention Crotch Guy. I remember getting packed in sardine-style on the trams around here when I lived in Old Trafford. The invasion of space was bad enough without sex pests being around to add to the grimness.