Any Londoner who regularly travels by Tube will have encountered it: an obnoxious traveller tucking into a pungent McDonald’s, greasy fingers on greasy fries, each mouthful of quarter-pounder an act of inhumanity. Or another, Pizza Express box balanced on thighs, chowing down on slices of an American Hot, as pepperoni wafts around the carriage, an assault on the senses.
This is not even the nadir. The worst by far is the drunk with the kebab. Few dishes are more potent than a lamb doner, where thick ribbons of meat and fat squelch under a sea of garlic mayonnaise. Eating such a dish in the stuffy confines of an underground rail carriage with the only ventilation the dusty air of the tunnels? I think not.
