The Death of Eavesdropping

On the 15.28 to Banbury (stopping at nowhere but Banbury) I become self-conscious that people are listening in to the conversation I'm having with an old work colleague across the aisle. A quick look round however reveals I have nothing to worry about.

Sylvia Fox, next to me, is listening to One Dimension on her iNano Invader; Abdul Shar, next to the old work colleague, is engrossed by an episode of Friends Reunited on his stolen laptop (he didn't steal it - his mate Jimmy Sideways did - though he told Abdul he got it off ebay for a hundred and fifty sheets); Mike Scott and his wife Sandra, a seat ahead of us are reminiscing about seeing Frank Skinner in Oxford Street H&M the day before; and Bill Bridlestone behind us is asleep and dreaming of taking a cruise on a boat made out of sick.