Virgin Express!
The worst part about visiting my parents is having to make my way back to London afterwards. In fact I have so many bad travel stories that I could blog for hours just on them. I’m resigned to it now though and so yesterday I boarded the Virgin Train headed straight to first class and secured myself a big old greedy table for four. I spread out my magazines, got out my knitting, texted about 7 people and basically settled in for the night. As ever my first plan was to eat enough complementary food to make the £15 upgrade worth it. I usually manage it comfortably. All was well until we got to Birmingham. Firstly because the train isn’t actually supposed to go to Birmingham and secondly to my horror I started to hear words like ‘declassification’ and ‘train merging’. I was also asked to take my bag off all three other chairs in my little area that I seemed to have spread over… The doors opened and all hell broke loose as literally hundreds of people stormed into my carriage in an angry blast, sat on my knitting and knocked over my (2nd bottle of) wine. People were poking each others eyes out to get a seat and in the survival of the fittest I was luckiest enough to get three of the fittest sitting with me I won’t be telling Richard Branson that though in the letter I am composing to him right now.
). There followed the best journey of my life with the Glasgow train in fine spirits (despite their 4 hour delay) and the Liverpool train doing its best to join in. Wine flowed as did conversations. There was flirtation over Now magazine and swapping of best drunken stories and stag/ hen do stories (I think Glasgow beat Liverpool by the narrowest margin). I have to say I was almost sorry when we shuddered into London Euston.
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(21.7.03 12:09) How rude! Knocking over your bottle of wine, and invading your upgrade space! Heathens.. ;-) I know what you mean about trains tho – done a lot of train travelling in my time, the most frustrating of which was Southampton to Sheffield, getting stuck just outside Sheffield Train Station (read, I could have got out and walked to the platform within 2 mins!), and not moving for 3 hours. Keith (Infuriating wasn’t in it!) |
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(21.7.03 13:02) PS, No problems on the HTML thing - I'm just a little sad computer geek sometimes! PPS - You can do it in comments too, but people might get upset, look:  Keith (Aww.. isnt that sweet?) |
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(21.7.03 14:27) Daisy...yes, I loved it...thankyou very much. Have a swiss chocolate bunny to show my appreciation. |
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(21.7.03 14:40) [In reply to a question on my blog] Sadly I'm not a hacker  The joys of internet explorer (and many others) are such that you can right click on a picture, click properties, and it will tell you where it is. And yes, if you know the refernce, you can use anyone's picture: here try this:Try copying and pasting this in to a comment some time: <IMG SRC="http://www.20six.co.uk/-/pub/kspragg/Stupid%20Boyfriend%20looking%20funny.jpg"> And you should see what I mean. Keith (Hope that has amused everyone  )
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