A French train driver passes his verdict on the Channel Tunnel Rail Link.
Hmm. You know I could say:
You Bastard French. You build some fancy-swanky rail link to your end of the tunnel turning our commuter lines (circa 1850) at the other end into an international laughing stock, forcing us to spend years in planning enquiries, and billions of our hard won treasure to make ourselves look like good Europeans, in the process succumbing to Zairean levels of corruption and graft, digging up half of London, even getting me to think this was a good idea, and after all that you dare to claim that actually, all things considered, you preferred it the way it was. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
But, I won’t.
He’s right about high-speed trains, mind. They are monotonous.