I sat in the same carriage, in the same seat. A woman was sat where the other woman had been a week earlier. She was reading The Evening Standard newspaper. Headline: SCANDAL OF ASYLUM LAWYERS, BY JUDGE. Just as the doors were closing three blind-drunk men in their twenties got on and thought they might have a chance of picking the woman up, so they came and sat with us not daring to look anyone in the eye but threatening nonetheless, talking about sexual conquests and sexual humiliations, playing stupid games with their mobile phones, as if this meant they might connect to the woman, prove something to her.