I had a lesson on video editing with Mike Rouse today at 18 Doughty Street. It is a very fiddly job and _44095680_kathleenjennings_men203b we didn’t have time to finish off what I had hoped we would . But I did learn a tremendous amount and am very grateful to Mike and hope to post my first citizen’s journalist post about Julian Sturdy’s campaign in York Outer very soon.

I had a fairly uneventful rail journey, and was very discreet when I defiantly kicked off my Spanish stilettos to rest my aching feet on the way home. I only hope the miserly train inspector who arrested a student for putting up her feet on a seat is equally as vigilant with the drunks and yobs in his carriages.

Why do some twerps feel so powerful the minute they wear a uniform? Add a clipboard, and they feel ten feet tall.

In fact, as so many commuters have tired feet at the end of the day, why doesn’t someone with an entrepreneurial spirit start a foot massage franchise for rail passengers? Wouldn’t that be a blissful way of spending the journey home …