Monday, 9 November 2009

1st class my arse!

A leisurely journey to Norwich touching upon the east coast, observing beautiful scenery and being served a classic, wholesome english breakfast, bliss. Not so fast, you're traveling first class on National (Midnight) Express railways. Strewn with dirty, laminated sheets listing breakfast specimens, my allocated seat and table awaited me. The grubby presentation of the list was not reflective of it's hefty prices, I suspected a rough deal. To be on the safe side, I ordered a straight bacon sandwich and a cup of tea.
No one could get that wrong could they???!!! Not for 7 quid???!!!






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