The 1455 London Euston to Manchester is supposed to arrive at 1736. About three years ago at Passover/Easter time I ended up on a Virgin train for fourteen hours (don't ask: wrong kind of leaves/rain/weather/trains) and since then I've had a slight train phobia. Although it was a bit like the war: after the bar was dry, people were sharing food and drinks and tales of other hard times, and I because firm friends with the three woman I was sitting with. Come to think of it, it was like a reality TV show: take a hundred people, lock them in a train with the water rising around them....
Still, it's better than driving, with all the roadworks. What's the betting it'll take longer than two hours thirty one minutes? OK, that's the transport infrastructure gripe over. If I knew how to open a book (the bookie kind, I know how to open book-books) I would. It's like a third world country. At least you can walk around on the train. I've taken a couple of trashy novel-alikes and my Vaio in case the mood takes me.
I may be gone (from web-connection-land) for some time. My first boyfriend, R (now a big cheese in light entertainment at the BBC) used to say "don't miss me too much". It was very annoying, so I won't say it.
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