Calling all the crying babies, loud eaters, foot shufflers, aggressive snorers and arm rest stealers on the daily Eastmidlands train commute to Nottingham, this one’s for you.

It’s 8:54am and already the sound of rustling crisp packets followed by an unnecessarily loud crunch is sounding in the air; since when has it been acceptable to have crisps at this hour?

Familiar faces are sat at their usual spot bellowing down the carriage to their half zombified work colleagues and the urge to scream at that woman who keeps slurping her coffee is growing strong.

So when the train manager informs passengers that the train is experiencing signalling faults and will be ‘slightly’ delayed, you can imagine the overwhelming happiness to spend a few seconds, or in Eastmidlands case, up to an hour, longer with these delightful people.

But though the concept of spending around 40 – 45 minutes with total, annoying, strangers is not the most enjoyable of experiences, above all things, the main con for commuting folk is living in constant fear that your day will be set back thanks to a fantastically inconvenient, and most probably avoidable, delay.

“It’s the curse that keeps on giving.”

From the various technical difficulties to some form of farm animal blocking the tracks, I’ve heard it all.

It’s the situation that has the knock on effect to every other responsibility people have within their day.

From not being on time for work to missing a crucial appointment, it’s the curse that keeps on giving.

Aside from the burning frustration of not being in control of the situation and thinking terrible things about whoever’s fault it was for this delay, you are now faced with the daunting task of facing your boss/doctor/lecturer and explaining yourself.

So all in all, commuting by train isn’t always a fabulous idea.