Train ride to Waterloo from Southampton

started so well, I caught the 7.30 connection,the Quiet zone was almost empty,I had two lovely polite men across the isle, an equally nice boy came at the last minute to sit opposite me,we exchanged smiles, he settled to his Apple notebook,I to my Daily Mail. And then crash bang wollop.Two women in their thirties came and plonked their great big bums on the seats next to the young men across the isle.One woman seemed more of a follower, than a leader,innocuous, and had she been alone, her behaviour would have been beyond reproach,I feel.But her companion was a harridan,you know the type, the hair of a trollop,the face of a boozer,the voice of a shrew. And then the nightmare began. Not even on Ventura amongst hundreds of women had I heard uglier,more shrieking voices.Then one of them made a phone call,soon a man joined them and sat directly behind me.One of the men across the isle got up and left,the trio did not get the message and continued in loud voices,laughing, joking,making phone calls.The second man decided to leave,I caught his eye,I knew just how he was feeling. And I had another over an hour of this to look forward to.I had a comfortable seat,a suitcase under the table,I knew I would not find a better place for it on the train.I turned round to the trio and said in the nicest possible way- you know, they both left because of you.It shouldn't have been them to go, if you three want to talk it is you who should move to another carriage. I really have absolutely no intention or desire to listen to your voices for the next hour, this is a Quiet Zone. They looked at me in a shock,they certainly were not expecting this. But it did the trick. They did continue to talk, but quietly.And to their credit, they didn't even call me a bitch or any other name, when they got up and left the train in Waterloo. Then taxi home and at 9.30 I was already feeding the birds. There really is no place like home.