Musings from the Merse
Friday, July 17, 2009
We are roaring through God's own country-well south of Scotland-having arrived earlier from Paris, France, courtesy of Eurostar.Unlike Eurostar Natonal Express is heaving; bog standard FirstClass is full, in contrast to ES's Leisure Select where you have eventualy to wave away the free Champagne which goes a long way in a sparsely occupied compartment
We found ourselves travelling from Gare du Nord with an Australian family who had been next to us in the train going out. To while away a pleasant hour or two I asked the bloke about the current test match at Lords
Don't follow cricket he said.
Bit of a conversation stopper that one.
Now across the table from a garrulous Glaswegian. I bet he follows everything. And being the only passenger without a laptop on he is dying to chat
Me I ll hide my head in the Netbook until Berwick
We found ourselves travelling from Gare du Nord with an Australian family who had been next to us in the train going out. To while away a pleasant hour or two I asked the bloke about the current test match at Lords
Don't follow cricket he said.
Bit of a conversation stopper that one.
Now across the table from a garrulous Glaswegian. I bet he follows everything. And being the only passenger without a laptop on he is dying to chat
Me I ll hide my head in the Netbook until Berwick
Labels: Eurostar, Garrolous Glaswegians, National Express
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