Entry for 12th June, 2008

First class train travel is one of my favourite luxuries. I sometimes treat myself to it when I'm travelling through to Edinburgh on business. In some ways, of course, one is paying a ridiculous premium for a essentially a slightly more comfortable seat and a free cup of coffee, but that is to deny certain intangeible perks that come with a first class ticket.
For example, with the benefit of a first class ticket, one can deliberately get on the train at the wrong end and then walk the length of the train through all the second class passengers. If you are in the mood, you can ostentatiously ask "Can you direct me to the first class carriage?". It is best to direct this question to someone wedged into their plebian seat by a fat crisp-munching sweaty oaf. The look of sadness in their eyes as they look up at you is worth the price of the ticket alone.