I was travelling home on the train from Newcastle to Glasgow on Sunday and I was sitting with a group of people who, through no fault of their own, had recently been travelling in the first class carriage. They told me of this incident which ocurred while they were living the high life with their complimentary coffee and biscuits. Aparrently there had been a woman on the train with a small dog. When the ticket inspector came round he told her she'd have to buy a ticket for her dog. Understandably galled, she replied that if she was paying for a ticket for the dog, the dog would be entitled to a seat of it's own. The ticket collector graciously agreed but on one condition; he pointed to the sign by the window and said, "just as long as he keeps his feet off the seat."