Sunday 22 November 2009

flying to Gatwick
I’d intended to take the train south today, but the Sunday morning timetable was pretty much nonexistent, added to the fact that the line in the west is disrupted by floods. I don’t normally fly BA either, but I can happily report that even if the company is going down the tubes, the British Airways cooked breakfast is still a rare treat. But it does seem like a relic from a bygone age: I feel a bit like Alan Whicker.