Today on the train this violinist started talking to me

He said, "Oh, your computer is really small."
I said, "Yes."
He said, "oooooh, can I lift it?"
Which I thought was a bit strange, but not horrible or weird or anything, so I gave him my laptop to lift up and down a few times. Then he asked me whether I was from South Africa, and I said yes, and then he said something undecipherable in what he must have thought was Afrikaans, and then he asked me whether I was from "Durvin", and I said yes (I didn't want to get into it. It's terrible to correct people).
And THEN he said "oooooh, I know Durvin, we were the first orchestra to play in the city hall after the fall of apartheid." And I wondered if that was a thing now, calling it "the fall of apartheid". It sounds a bit sort of off, I don't know why. And then he told me he was with the London Philharmonic and that he played the violin and the whole time I was going oh wow oh wow this is so dreamy getting chatted up on the train by a violinist while wearing Penny's amazing coat she lent me and all with the wintry sun shining on our faces and the red leaves flashing past the windows etc etc I am in a MOVIE. So I was feeling most tremendously pleased with myself and with life in general, and we were talking nicely, and then I asked him what was his best city to play in. And he said "South Korea. Their hotels are excellent."
Which I thought was just the worst answer anyone could ever have possibly given to that question, ever. There was a thing in the paper the other day where someone described Philip Larkin as having "something of the old bag in him". That is the most old bag answer I can ever imagine. It's terrible to be a fully grown person who is obsessed with their comfort and getting their hideous old three meals a day like that.It's very old-baggish and gross. I was extremely disappointed.