This week a smartly dressed man in a suit and bright white trainers (sneakers) kicked my wife carry on in an effort to move to thr head of the groups 1 to 3 queue at LHR gate 8.

He loudly proclaimed "I am group one" as he forced his way forward. There was 12 rows of club so 47 other group 1 passenger most of which he tried to bypass in his haste to get on first. Of course he did not have his passport to hand and was mortified as a flood of other group one passed him as he was scrabbling around in his bag.

Not forgetting he kicked my wife's bag in his eagerness I make sure to stand on his nice white trainers as I passed. I did say sorry, but I did not mean it...