“Think thin thoughts,” a man wearing only a t-shirt and boxers announces with a smile, as he squeezes past me and my friend, Laura, so close we get a minty waft of his freshly brushed teeth. It’s almost midnight, and I am standing in the corridor of the Caledonian Sleeper train, whizzing through English countryside, en route to Pitlochry for a cycling holiday in the Scottish Highlands.
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