What the hell is it with the walking impaired? Why the hell do they ruddy insist on crippling it up four flights of stairs with three bags of shopping and two walking sticks when thereâs a perfectly good lift available? Iâm fit, Iâm healthy and I take the stairs because Iâm considerate like that; I leave the lift for cripples and buggy hags with wailing brats. For this saint like behaviour I expect a little consideration in return and not have to crawl behind some decrepit old bat as she puffs, pants and readjusts her incontinence pad every third step, determined to prove sheâs not ready for the coffin just yet. Her little act of bravado had already cost me 70p at the ticket machine as she insisted on putting in her own money, hands all a tremble, and refused to let her friend assist her. Yeah well thatâs great love Iâm sure your friend was really impressed with just how independent you are â¦ meanwhile stood third in the queue behind you I went over the hour and had to pay for another hour I wasnât going to use. I had a good mind to barge past her and push her down the stairs just so she never got the chance to inconvenience me ever again. Bah! I feel better for that, cheers!