Yet another stag party

Everywhere we go on public transport these days we seem to meet stag and hen parties. Today's count was one hen and one stag. The boys were traumatised (sheltered lives) by one group of hysterical pink sparkly girls who kept trying to snog the guard on one Manchester bound train at 8 o'clock in the morning. These guys on the boat home were all in dresses and heels and were mostly just loud.