Squiffy was rather pleased when I intercepted a couple of queue-jumpers at the Colosseum in Rome. In my best projected theatre-voice, I asked them whether they were comfortable jumping ahead of all of the other good people who were waiting patiently in that queue. With the unwanted attention of all eyes around them, the queue-jumpers retreated into “I don’t understand your language” mode. After standing still for a moment to reassure others of their innocence, they nonetheless continued their relentless pursuit to the front of the line.

Today I’m taking a stand against you queue-jumpers: Why is it that you get to barge your way into the Vatican ahead of all the other patient folks, just because you’re more arrogant than your fellow (wo)man and are reliant on others feeling too awkward to call you on it.

Yes, you four in the picture, I’m talking to you.