"...schmoozy e-mails full of philosophy..." What an accusation that was. Not thrown at me, though it did have me inwardly cringing; I've an over achieving portentousness gland that likes to have a run out from time to time, so I know there's a lot of my own mails out there laden to the waterline with bombast and nonsense.

Still, it was n't me that these two young women on the top deck of the 27 bus were dissecting. Someone else's erstwhile boyfriend was getting the hatchet treatment and his mail sentiments were their fodder. Brutal.