Tonight on the train home from work (which is my current natural habitat, sadly), I was attacked by four drunken teenage girls. Well, sort of. First one of them burped in my face as I walked past them. Then another one hit my bottom with her handbag as we were alighting off the train. When I asked them to calm themselves they tried to sneak up behind me and knock me over, but gave up when they realised they were too clumsy to catch me by surprise. I was shocked, disturbed and somewhat scared by all this, but I walked away with a smile on my face that lasted longer than any other has in a while. Last week being surrounded by wonderful, sensitive people left me feeling incredibly depressed. Maybe then immersion in utter insensitivity is exactly what I need.