On a
XC▸ train from Leicester to Brum, from the bloke pushing the snack trolley to me: "I like your spots."

This isn't quite as odd as it sounds when you know I was wearing a spotted shirt*. He then proceeded to admire the tan lines on my legs!

On the same train there was a guy walking up and down the gangway, cleaning his teeth, dressed in extremely muddy shorts and tiger-striped shirt... complete with tiger-head hood and long, furry tail dragging on the floor.

*Actually a "King of the Mountains" cycling jersey, similar to this:

except that I did not have a back-to-front cap nor a digital watch. Goodness gracious, no!
