Almost everybody I know (including me) seems to be sniffling. And they're not the sniffles of recreational melancholy, like those induced by an upliftingly sad film. No, these are the one you get from mixing with your fellow citizens in anything other than a spacesuit. The soundtrack of trains is particularly different at this time of year; instead of the
clackity-clack of wheel on rail, the dominant sound is the
coughity-cough of someone desperately trying to keep their lungs inside their body.
Why are they even travelling? How viruses must love our recession-fearing presentee culture. They
shoulda stood in bed. Which is why
this excellent ad should be commended. Naturally, the self-appointed Voices of the Bosses have condemned it. But then again, I doubt they get the train into work.
