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A cold and frosty morning, I've just got in after a trip on the bus. Oh my God. The world is strange and dark at the moment. The reaction of other passengers is starting to make me paranoid that herds of Dignitas death squads are lurking on every corner - and every seat of the no 19. It's not just about grumpy Londoners doing what they love (moaning), it's bordering on a serious hatred of 'the disabled'. How often of late have I heard mutterings about 'shouldn't let 'em on, it's a nuisance,...