However, this simple interchange was some what marred by having to stop and give a statement to police about a pair of abusive fucktards that had come to our attention at SE due to their behaviour towards a Spanish girl on the platform. So she was sitting on the back of the platform bench, with her feet on the seats (which I hate), and this elegant arrangement of herself displayed her bright pink thong to the world, but that does not mean lads can invade her space and harass her in a very disturbing way. It wasn't friendly banter behind them getting up in the girl's face, interrupting her phone call, and telling her how hot she was, no it was clear intimidation, that only failed to work because her language skills obscured most of their commentary.

Still, we'd gotten into the same carriage to make sure she wasn't alone with the fuckers, but as their verbiage wasn't crossing the language barrier they'd wandered off, and, as it transpired found someone else to upset. When leaving the train at Earl's Court, a woman rushed past our carriage doors in tears of distress, to nab a nearby transport copper (who was only there to gather evidence of the fatal under-the-train incident at EC the day before that held up my folks and I from our Thanksgiving feast). I realised it was one of the the same aggressive little shites from earlier that had caused her distress and so stepped up to offer moral support and act as witness to his previous behaviour. Kid said he was 17, and at even this young age it's clear he already has major issues with women. His mate stayed on the train and continued to be snotty to other customers...

Little turd gave me some lip for speaking up against him as Mr Policeyman was holding him against the wall - yelling to me 'don't you dare speak to me, don't you speak to me' although he felt it was perfectly alright for him to 'speak' in the most invasive and unpleasant manner to a variety of women. Well I was going to speak! Yup, coz I'm such the quiet, demure type - hah! I was not having him silence this woman with his belligerence, with his sense of entitlement to be disgusting in public. He felt it's ok to verbally abuse women, so I treated him to some feminist abuse back again, only I was using a bigger vocab than he had. And besides, I was dressed like a superhero in black pvc catsuit so felt beholden to act like one and dispense justice. Police took my details and asked if I was prepared to go to court - absolutely! He been threatening to this other woman, and she was shaking with adrenalin and upset. She had initially brushed aside my offer to add to the character assassination out of British politeness, but in the end said she was glad I stayed. The irony that the following day L and I went on the Reclaim the Night march was not lost on me.

I chose to stride through London in some bonkers clothes, and I am prepared for my appearance to elicit responses of various kinds. It shouldn't do, but I would be foolish to expect otherwise. However the most aggressive male commentary and actions have been when I am most conservatively dressed, as was this woman.

I was subsequently a few minutes late to met Liza at HSK, and probably a little ranty when I got there, full of demonic feminist rage that male behaviour of this type is still so endemic...