My now-regular morning ‘cross ride that involves almost castrating myself attempting high-speed mounts and dismounts and running up “Jon White Hill” repeatedly with the bike on my shoulder needs the aid of padding. The sticky-up bit of bone on my right shoulder that grew when my broken clavicle healed (a result of a pretty spectacular wheels-smashed-off, sliding sideways across a field followed by rolling 3 times down an embankment car crash some years ago) is really giving me gyp now when the top tube is resting on it.
I can just about make it bearable by taking most of the weight on my right forearm, but that kind of gets me all unbalanced and more wobbly on very steep stuff.
Maybe one of those early-90’s triangular frame bags will do the trick. I can put my butties in it too.