My temples throbbed as I felt unable to suppress the urge to silence him. “Can you just shut up? Where this woman does, or does not, come from has absolutely nothing to do with this,” I exploded – knowing full well I’d shown a red rag to a bull. Man-child duly went apoplectic, got up and breathed all sorts of obscenities in my face – none of which are printable. Obviously the carriage thinned out, due to us being in embarrassed England, apart from one amazing woman who stood protectively next to me like a long-lost aunt.