Going North

I am sitting on a train -- the Scottish Pullman -- on my way from King's Cross to York for the annual BAMM conference. For a change I am travelling ordinary class: the super advanced saver return at £49 was too good to miss.

The accomodation is quite good: air conditioned and more than adequately comfortable. There are two types of seats: cramped and not-so-cramped. The former spacesavers are stacked like airline seats. The latter (to which I have upgraded myself) are the familiar four to a table variety. I needed a table to write on, but the train is flying so fast (under two hours to York) and swaying so much that writing is pretty near impossible.

[Scribbled on a train yesterday: transcribed today in a York Internet cafe that is entirely Mac. Wow!]