Another non-literary blog today……but keep an eye open for a literary reference….

Breakfast this morning forty floors up on the Heron Tower in London. {No photos yet…. but there will be). Pretty cool – probably around zero in fact. And the observation that Dickens’ London lay 35 + floors below, like an archeological horizon, four or five floors deep and with who knows what still buried below that.

Later, on the Glasogow train, the announcer’s voice is nuanced, modular (rather than modulated) – the merest pause between ‘calling at’ and ‘Glasgow’, and she works through names, heading north -as we all inevitably must – becoming more sensual. At Penrith she get a little breathy. Carlisle she sells like a box of ‘not ordinary’ chocolates.

The restaurant at the top of the universe was of course the Duck & Waffle – or should that be?????? The building trembles in the wind, or was that me? – the trembling, not the wind, I assure you!

And later, on the train, six hours on from breakfast, Carlise still four away but closing, a real announcer – with a regional accent – tells us that tickets will be checked again – but only for those travelling first class. Virgin Trains obviously know who they can trust…..

Goodnight sweet ladies, and gentlemen, I’m for supper (at ground level), and a glass of the vinous red!