I am six feet tall and find it difficult to achieve a degree of comfort on the narrow seats of my train

If I am moved from my desired position then normally this irritates me and I glare at the person who has interrupted my comfort

This morning on the crowded train a tall man in a plain grey suit indicated that he would like to sit in the vacant seat opposite me

I had begun to exercise my glare when I noticed that the tall man in the plain grey suit resembled Philip Larkin to such an extent that he could have been his identical twin

I forgave him at once and twisted my legs into a less comfortable but nevertheless satisfying position