On the last train home from Glasgow, maybe a year or so back after a great night, few beers etc. Just as the doors are about to shut, a couple of mutants crash onto the train, with them, they have a lovely wee lassie about 3 in a buggy. A couple of minutes into the journey the wee girl starts asking "mummy, mummy, I need the toilet". Neither mutant even acknowledges the wee soul, then a bit later, "I need the toilet, mummy" again, ignored. This goes on for about 5-10 minutes before mutant number two briefly interrupts their garbled conversation to grunt at the girl "Rhianna, shut it and eat yer Space Raiders!". Shudder...wee soul.