Why do train companies insist of blasting you with announcements of what magazines you can buy and what paninis are on offer, at such volume, in the “quiet” carriage of the train? How is this less intrusive than someone chatting on the phone?
Trying To Find The Perfect Match Between Pretentious & Pop
The road to Mongolia, the slog to an MSc and some indiepop for the ears.
On My Turntable
