Been to London today, quick round trip in one day, lovely. I don't mind, I fork out for first class for a bit of leg room and the free brews so that's good. Going back today we stopped at Grantham, I was halfway to snooze-ville when the conductor trooped in and stuck 2 Tankies in rig in the spare seats across from me. It's not this that bothered me (much) but where does it end? They've got wristbands, t shirts, community events, fat old men in oddly shaped lids rattling tins in shopping centres, bumper stickers, subsidised rail travel, public adulation, campaigns for free stuff, campaigns for sticking ex squaddies at the front of the Housing List, all that and a decent wage considering how much down time they get. Its a job, simple, granted its a job that's a bit lairy but fuck me where do you draw the line?