Betwixt goes Barmy in Barça!
Travelling all by train this trip (for some late summer sun and visits in France natch, Dear Reader), St Pancras at 5.30 am has a lot of grumpy staff. “Take it out”. What, sorry? “Your passport.” I don’t understand. “It’s in a holder” (a sliver of a sleeve actually). Oh, ok. (Sighs ensue and she examines my face at great length as I’m clearly wanted by Interpol in 74 countries for Hermesetas Trafficking).
STAMP. “Next!!”. At least at security they lured me into removing my belt. Oh well.
It’s 6.25 am and my train is about to board. I must say, I’m glad I restarted flying….
Still it’s Standard Premier all the way so I get a free bun…..
MEGALOMANIACAL TAPE PHENOMENON (MTP)
Yup….Stations now employ MTP dictators who can change the queuing route of passengers with a single whoosh.. scary this is but nothing compared with the St Pancras Travelator Operatives who can switch off yer...