People who misuse hands-free kits really wind me up

I’ve been going to and fro between King’s Cross, St Pancras and Euston Station for about three hours this morning. Total arse.

Having established that there was insufficient space on the Sheffield train (“change at Sheffield for another mind numbing trip to X, Y and Z prior to arriving at Darlington”), I headed back to my place here in London to de-sweat.

On the escalator, I was barged out the way by a chap in a rubbish pinstripe suit (unforgivable) with an equally cheap hands-free kit.

He was holding the microphone bit continuously in front of his mouth which, because it was a piece of crap hands-free kit, would normally hang around his belly button.

I can’t stand to see this. It really winds me up. What is the point? Just talk on the handset. The whole REASON for a hands-free kit is that you use it without your hands.

Gahh.

On a lighter note, my Jawbone bluetooth hands-free thing should arrive soon.

I took a picture of him with the N95.

But when I was walking back here, considering exactly what I should write, I decided that to publish his picture could well be bad news.