It really is drivel. All this hyperbole about being zapped between Paris and London before you can say Chateau Neuf du Pape. Two trips I've taken of late and both were way late.
That's quite American that expression. Must be the book I'm reading. The Time Traveller's Wife. Should be renamed the Time Consuming Book. Three hundred pages in and not much has happened.
Maybe there'll be an explosive last 200 pages. Perfect book for reading on the Eurostar though.
Sunday, 14 November 2010
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