Saturday, December 12, 2015
Mission Impossible
In the underground I saw a note saying: “If you see a train being vandalised call the transport police on this number.” I picked up my mobile and dialed. There was no cell reception -- there hardly ever is in the underground.
They might as well put mail boxes on the trains to snail mail our spotting. The best vandalism letter will win a free ride.
Meeting people on the train
It seems that the train operator feels that when we realize that trains are operated by people, we’ll feel less frustrated by the poor service.
To keep the record straight, I don’t take the train to meet people. I am there to meet trains. The truth is that I’d be much happier if I didn’t meet anyone on the train. So please don’t introduce me to more people. For this I have my blog. Just make sure I get to it on time.
Friday, December 11, 2015
Spanish Wine
Having spent a weekend in Spain, I spent a great deal of time eating and drinking, enjoying the difference between the two cultures, especially as far as alcohol is concerned.
In Spain, the house wine is the signature of a restaurant: it’s cheap, it’s very good. It is the way a restaurant attracts customers and advertises itself. In the UK, on the other hand, the house wine is the cheapest the house could find -- quite often the mixed leftovers from the night before.
Another interesting difference is that while in Spain beer is served in small glasses, in England its in buckets.
Don't you like travelling?
The Value of Life
The nurse who comes to visit our sick neighbor, in charge of her well-being, receives 9.50 an hour for her visit.
The man who came to fix her heater charges 35 an hour
he electrician sent from washing machine company charges 99 for a visit, plus the cost of the repair.
I wonder what the conclusion might be.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
We are not the same!
When we were kids we got a similar booklet. It was called RIGHTS & RESPONSIBILITIES.
I don't feel like it's the same species any more.
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