Under bridges over bridges

The commute on train days has been reinvigorated by going into a different station. I did however see the woman next to me texting 'omg im sat next to a train spotter, he keeps taking photographs of boring stuff'.

I really couldn't be arsed disabusing her of the fact, given that she then started excitedly texting her friend about Eastenders and was therefore (a) in no position to be the arbiter of what is and isn't boring, and (b) beneath contempt.