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A couple of months ago I was on a virgin train, in quite an emotional state after saying goodbye to a young lady I'm seeing long distance, knowing I wouldn't see her for several weeks. I went to the toilet and it started talking to me in a patronising, "funny" voice, a step too far in my opinion. I flew into a rage and ended up battering the speaker. To Branson's credit, they can really take a punch.
This sort of thing. I don't need toilets on public transport to be amusing, I need them to leave me to shamefully fill them with my waste in peace.