4pm yesterday I was stepping off a small speedboat which had just deposited me and the Boyf back to our tiny village on the Algarve, just in time for a short walk back to our apartment for a lengthy lounge on the terrace before a shower and changing for dinner. We’d just come from a relaxing 3 hours on the beach.
4pm today, stepping on to a train at Gatwick, bound for London Victoria. Unfortunately we struck the train containing 80 school age teenagers also bound for London (or so a handy notice on the train window informed me)…it was hell on train…and an embodiment of all that is wrong with modern Britain…
