On Friday morning at Truro Station, at the grand old age of 31, I bought a young person’s rail card. As a mature student, I am eligible, but it did seem to make the railway ticket person’s day.
‘Mature student,’ he quipped, ‘isn’t that a bit of a contradiction?’
I stood with my rucksack and my hangover and tried to think of a suitably mature response. None came.
‘Ha ha ha’ I laughed as I handed over my money.