In a raging fit of apathy, I caught the tram to the markets today. As I sat there, playing complicated word games with myself (and winning), a fellow got on, waited until all the doors had closed and the tram moved on, then said: "Ticket check, folks."

I almost jumped. Then I remembered that, for once, I was actually travelling legally, with my little stamped 10-tripper in my pocket.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said, and moved on, not seeing my dark secret past of illicit public transport use. Not that I really wanted him to; a comical chase up and down the tram might have made the morning more interesting, but just wouldn't have gone with the apathy vibe.