When you travel in to work from a tiny little station in rural surrey with one train an hour you get a nice seat with armrests and a little table to put your coffee and computer on. Is it worth the chinos, body warmers, copies of the Telegraph, Volvos, smarmy flabby necked cunts in pinstripes and their joyless cat-faced wives? Well not if they?re all in your house at once.