Well, I made it to London in one piece. There’s a bizarre contradiction about travelling first class. That doesn’t mean anything, actually, and could well be complete bunk. The sentence just sort of sprang out of thin air like a large drinks bill, so whether or not it’s true I couldn’t say. I’ll let you know if I find out.

There is, however, a rather amusing feeling of superiority that washes over you, no matter how cheap your shoes, luggage or dress, when you climb into one of the first class carriages on a Virgin Pendolino service and take a seat. The realisation suddenly steals over you that you have a right to be where you are, thank you very much, and you are going to stay put.

There’s an equally amusing feeling that occurs soon after you’ve sat down, when all the people already in the carriage look at you, slightly dishevelled and unshaven, in jeans and t-shirt, with an expression that quite clearly says "you don’t belong here, friend." This happened to me, and it was more than a little enjoyable to see their faces when the ticket collector didn’t throw me out of the carriage.

On the downside to this trip I’ve discovered that there are some issues with Muse that I’d hitherto not realised. For one thing Gloucester Road tube station is entirely the wrong place for the thing that I wanted to happen there to happen. In fact none of the stations on the District and Circle lines between Earl’s Court and Embankment are the right place for it to happen, so I’ll have to either a) find somewhere else for it to happen or b) change the way in which it happens whilst keeping the general idea of it the same. B is more difficult than A, but not hideously so.

I’m far too tired to write more now, but one news story that did catch my eye: An episode of the new Doctor Who series has been leaked three weeks before transmission. I’ll have to indulge my spoddy side and try to find it when I get home tomorrow.