My salad dressing days


The glamour of modern train travel
August 1, 2007, 3:57 pm
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…means that a fit of smugness about one’s carbon toeprint results in one overlooking the fact that one is going to have to cross Paris on Bastille Day on the outward part of the journey and on the finale of the Tour de France on the return journey. Not recommended, even if you do have a leisurely two hour window to play with and whatever your desire to familiarise yourself with the backstreets of the French capital.

…means that whilst speed is very much of the essence on TGVs, catering facilities are not and when one has the equivalent of tuppence in Euro coinage, lunch (exotic plans for which were scuppered by national holidays and drug-addled cyclists) for one’s hungry children consists of half a KitKat and three swigs each from a can of Orangina. Also not recommended, as the hyperglycaemic high will only last for half of one’s journey.

…means that one finds oneself sharing one’s second class carriage with a veritable hotpotch of the British comedy scene, namely Mel Giedroyc, Les Dennis and Lucy Porter. Highly recommended, especially if one of said comedians* decides to engage one’s young child in friendly banter and one’s young child responds by calling said comedian ‘fishface’ every three seconds for a 15 minute period, leading to much hilarity.

* the decidedly lovely, not to mention hugely magnanimous Ms Giedroyc

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Did you have to go from Gare du Nord to another ‘gare’? Which one? I’ve had to do that the few times I’ve travelled to Nice in the past and refused to fly there. If, like me, you had to board the train at Gare de Lyon, you can’t call one of the trendiest parts of Paris ‘backstreets’. LOL! I used to live there (around Place de la République/Oberkampf), back in the ’70s, and I couldn’t possibly afford to buy a flat there again.

Next time, change trains at Lille, if possible. Apparently, you just have to cross to another platform. That option wasn’t available the last time I went.

Hope you had a wonderful time in between the two changes. 🙂

Comment by Bela

My wife once sat next to Douglas Adams on a train, from somewhere way to far up North to London, chatting to him the whole way about his computer (a Mac Powerbook) and life in general, without knowing who he was until the very end, when they swapped names. I was gutted. Famous people are just too special to waste on people who don’t know who they are. Unless they’re less than ten. Not the famous person, the… Oh, never mind.

Comment by Stef the engineer

Do you mind – I am the *official* Lucy Porter stalker on this here interweb, and shall get my lawyers to issue a cease and desist order immediately, if not sooner, should this kind of behaviour persists.

Comment by Mr H

That’s one helluva lot of ‘one’s’

Comment by the boy who likes to...

Driving to the Gare du Nord is quite fun too. Used to put the car on the train and head to the slopes. Arrival always coincided with Friday rush hour. Happy days.
Welcome back

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