It’s ten past eight in the morning, I’m sat on a Virgin train somewhere in the Northwest, having just eaten the worst train breakfast I’ve ever encountered. The passable coffee is redeeming things somewhat, but not much.
This entry brought to you courtesy of Bluetooth and my mobile phone. Ain’t technology a blast?
Oh, it appears we’re approaching Crewe. It look surprisingly attractive this time of the morning.
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