Sunday, January 23, 2005

Relaxation Therapy, British Rail-style

I like a sense of mystery.

This is why I enjoy rail travel and plunging myself into the labyrinthine maze of timetables and schedules

For example, according to the internet the train I'm now on should arrive at a given time. The printed timetable at the station begged to differ, and I'm coming to realise that the train has its own ideas about what constitutes 'on time'

So I have to just sit back, relax and let fate deposit me where and when it sees fit.

You couldn't pay for therapy this good.