Here's a post I wrote (but never published due to lack of Internet connection) on October 4th, around 10pm:
I just got on the train at Strathfield (NSW) on the way to Gosford and took a nice comfy seat in the front carriage.
Mum called to see when I'd land and we started talking. Then a bunch of people began to give me really filthy looks until one of the nicer seeming folk got up and told me I was in a "quiet carriage" - a place where no conversation - present or remote - was allowed.
After a whispered apology for my ignorance I stepped out and finished my conversation.
PART II (back about 10 hours)
I was on a really long train from Melbourne to Sydney thinking it'd be a good working environment. Lack of internet and no need to really write any non-internet necessary new work made me edit, and we all know I hate editing.
Then these two guys started talking, loudly, right behind me for the rest of my journey.
Where was the F*&%^NG quiet carriage then??!!!?!