Cotty wrote:
On 20/8/05, Boris Liberman, discombobulated, unleashed:
Why didn't they get the train????
1. Because at time of booking coach was more than 4 times cheaper than
train...
Apologies Boris, you did tell me.
2. Also because there is no suitable train from Newcastle to London
given the fact that Sunday, at 15:00 or so we are to be taking off for
Israel...
Ahar, you actually planned this journey out. I must learn from this :-)
Finally, now that I've witnessed British traffic jams myself (or
should I say with my own lower behind...), that would definitely add
to the set of my experiences ;-)...
This is one reason that I never (ever ever ever) travel on Bank Holiday
Mondays. Ever.
I appreciate that travelling in a foreign country can be arduous. Locals
always look amazed - "You came along the *beltway* at 5pm ??? Are you
nuts??" Yeah and it was a walk in the park, as anyone who has ever
travelled along the M6 between Birmingham and Manchester will attest.
That stretch of motorway is often referred to as the biggest car park in
Europe. Thank Jupiter I don't do that one very often. Quality of life is
much more important to me in these years I'm living now, and that
includes NOT sitting in traffic. If my company forced me to take up a
position that entailed commuting in rush hour traffic, I would resign and
take up farm labouring.
Cotty, imagine in 50 years me sitting behind some ultra-electronic
fireplace-o-matic telling my grand children that I actually sat in
British traffic jams... At the moment it brings a little chuckle to my
eyes...
Hey you should have that outrageous cackle trademarked Boris. It's a
pretty impressive weapon ;-)
Hope the trip is going well and it was a pleasure to meet you sir. And
Julia and Galia. (Why do i think of wine with those last two??)
<http://jobs.gallo.com/whoweare/profile.asp>
With the latter, you should think of tomato ketchup. I've just received
an object lesson in the dispersal of said sauce. With no apparent
effort, all visible surface were covered. Very impressive and all with
the most charming smile.
Just placed clan Liberman on the return coach from a very drunken centre
of Newcastle after a stupendous day thundering about the Northumbrian
coast in nothing less than spectacular weather. I am the proverbial
boiled lobster. Time for bed.
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