Strange Thoughts of a Strange Man

I hate commuting. I hate ugly women who spend ages putting huge amounts of crap on their faces in the belief it makes them look better. It doesn't. I hate the heating on the train being on so hot that I have to sit on the end of the seat and then I hate the people who stand near me with their bags in my face or who are so fat that they more or less sit on my shoulder.

Maybe I should emigrate to New Zealand.