So here I am rattling along in the First Class carriage of the train.
It is rolling a bit, but apart from that it is much better than Standard. Not so many people, real crockery, more space in the chair and more leg room (which isn't that important to me) and complimentary coffee.
As I sat here I got some free water and ice. Can't be bad. If you pay, you can get food served at your seat, and if you pay even more you can enjoy fantastic food in the dining car. What a life!
These extras were worth quite a bit, considering it cost the same as the Standard Class ticket.
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Friday, 22 August 2008
First Class
I am writing this in the First Class Lounge at Leeds Station. I am on my way to Peterborough for Evangelism Training with Through Faith Missions.
When I came to book the ticket I saw that I could book First Class at the same price as Standard. So I did just that.
It's quite plush in here - air conditioning, free coffee and munchies, free WiFi access, etc. I'll tell you what First Class on a train is like when I get on to it in a few minutes time.
This morning I was in Leeds Library looking through the births, marriages and deaths in Ingleton between and 1813 and 1823. It made fascinating reading.
On Tuesday I was in Preston Records Office reading the will of a man from Ingleton who was famous throughout the North as a puppet master. I found out what he owned - property and puppetry - and who he left it to - his second daughter.
Why not the firstborn son or his firstborn daughter? Well, from reading the Parish Registers in Ingleton Library on Wednesday I learned that this poor woman had been jilted at the altar by a man who had got her pregnant. No wonder her father left her all he had. What stories are hidden in those ancient documents!
When I came to book the ticket I saw that I could book First Class at the same price as Standard. So I did just that.
It's quite plush in here - air conditioning, free coffee and munchies, free WiFi access, etc. I'll tell you what First Class on a train is like when I get on to it in a few minutes time.
This morning I was in Leeds Library looking through the births, marriages and deaths in Ingleton between and 1813 and 1823. It made fascinating reading.
On Tuesday I was in Preston Records Office reading the will of a man from Ingleton who was famous throughout the North as a puppet master. I found out what he owned - property and puppetry - and who he left it to - his second daughter.
Why not the firstborn son or his firstborn daughter? Well, from reading the Parish Registers in Ingleton Library on Wednesday I learned that this poor woman had been jilted at the altar by a man who had got her pregnant. No wonder her father left her all he had. What stories are hidden in those ancient documents!
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