Wednesday, Mar. 23, 2005 - 9:03 p.m.
None o'dat goodness
Hot, unexpected news: the mirrors in the Eurostar toilets are extremely flattering. Yes, the ones on the train. That, or I have really good tights on today.*Gah, why do I only feel attractive in inappropriate situations, like business trips and family visits? Bah.
In the event of this business meeting, I had worked out the timings for Waterloo - Gare du Nord - meeting - Gare du Nord - Waterloo pretty damned perfectly but the downside of that was that in all the Paris goodness (and it was a beautiful, warm day in Paris) we barely had time to grab a baguette at the station while hoiking ourselves onto the RER. All that Parisy goodness and we couldn't get none. (OK, I did have a Paul rhubarb tart... what a marketing master stroke putting an emergency stall at the Eurostar departures is.)
* I know I do have really good tights on today, actually. They were great until about 1 hour into my day when the arse wiping buckle on my shoe ripped a hole in my BRAND NEW BEAUTIFUL WOLFORDS. And I had to go all the way to and fro Paris like the scruffy get I really am. And mourning the so-soon passing of so-lovely tights. BOO.