For most, the thought of a long-distance bus journey conjures up images of cramped seats, no sleep and dodgy convenience facilities. However, one service is aiming to transform overnight bus travel. Megabus, known for its £1 fares, recently launched an overnight sleeper service between London and Glasgow. In my quest to find both the cheapest and most practical way up the country, I decided that at £27 it was definitely worth giving a whirl.
For that price you get a bunk and a seat, but the banter between the drivers is free – and priceless. We left at 11.55pm on the dot and as we weaved carefully (it’s a bendy bus) through the centre of London to the motorway we were given the Health and Safety Talk by John. From the outset it was clear this was a well-thought out service; female travellers are given seats and bunks at the front, couples positioned in the middle and gentlemen travellers at the back. The latter are also asked to have a bit of consideration when using the facilities as, in John’s lovely Glesga brogue: “A’ men dribble, there’s nae getting away fae it.”
There was even advice on how to get in and out of the bunk, and what to do if at any stage we felt unwell during the trip. Then there was a round of biscuits, tablet, mince pies and the offer of a wee nightcap of tea or coffee. After a couple of custard creams we were on the M1 bound for the wilds of Glasgow and I decided to try and get some kip. My designated bunk was a middle one, so not too difficult to manoeuvre in or out of. The bunk, although comfy, is not for the claustrophobic, it can’t be much more than two feet high and lying on your back it is a bit coffin-esque. But in that small space there is a socket for charging phones, a bunk light, the dinkiest of windows – complete with curtain – a duvet and pillow. I didn’t use the duvet much due to the heat on the bus – my only comment would be to have some kind of air vent in the bunk as the stuffy atmosphere did disturb my sleep a little bit. Read more…
All this crazy Christmas business has gone to my head and I shockingly forgot to post a teapot on Tuesday and Wednesday. So I’m doing today’s triple post with some irony as I am fresh out of teabags! The shame. And being slightly hungover this is, indeed, a dire state of affairs. The Tea Gods will be most displeased. Hopefully these pretty teapots will appease them.
First up, a rather charming Victorian-style teapot.
Traditional and Grand
And where would be be without good ol’ Mr Clause, even he has a need for tea.
Is a liquid-filled Santa wrong?
This weekend was dazzling, delectable and downright knackering and after a suitable rest and numerous cups of tea, I have brought you the highlights of an action packed London jaunt.
First up was a wide-eyed wander through the Natural History Museum – where we quite literally travelled through the centre of Earth. The central feature of the Earth’s Treasury is a beautiful steel sculpture of our planet, which cleverly encases a very long escalator creating an almost spine-tingling effect as you travel through it. There was also an impressive array of minerals, gems and rocks to ignite the magpie within us all. Shiny! My particular highlights included the earthquake simulator and the pressing of many flashing buttons – but beware the rude little rugrats intent of shoving you out the way so they can have all the fun.
After being awed by the wonder of Earth we headed over to Hyde Park’s Winter Wonderland in all its garish, neon brilliance. Aromas of all kinds teased us as we giggled our way around the German stalls, finally arriving at the ice rink where we would be spending the next hour. The rink is big, and busy. And, as always with rented skates, blunt blades on carved up ice is never an easy thing, but we bravely propelled our way around each lap inching further away from the safety of the barrier. Skating is thirsty and hungry work, so after a warming tipple of hot chocolate with a shot of Baileys we left the glowing, bustling Wonderland in search of a seat for our weary legs and a much needed kip. Read more…
To mark the advent of Christmas, I’ll be posting a pretty festive Teapot each day this week. Today’s is courtesy of the Teapot Shop and represents a lovely, homely traditional Christmas. Enjoy, more tea-y joy tomorrow.
Stockings, Cake and Tea. Christmas perfection.
It was always a Green Card wedding, but the latest public domestic between Cameron and Clegg has put even more strain on an already cracked union. David Cameron’s latest drive to return us all to wholesome, Stepford zombies has not gone down well at the dinner table, with Nick Clegg issuing a mumbling response about being part of the progressive Britain. Whilst Cameron’s delusional statement confirms public opinion that he doesn’t and will never understand the British public, Clegg has chosen this moment to (hopefully) remind people that his demonised party speaks for the majority.
As a non-Christian, David Cameron’s alignment of morality and Christianity cements my already low opinion of him and his utter lack of ability to represent the vast majority of people in the UK. Morality exists without faith, in fact, it probably operates better when it isn’t abused by the hypocrisy of religion. If morality has to be aligned with anything it should be humanity, nothing more, definitely not something as divisive and subject to the warped opinions of individuals as faith.
My upbringing was the antithesis of the Conservative ideal, no married parents, no public school, no University, by Mr Cameron’s standards it’s literally a miracle that I grew up with such a solid moral backbone and with the ability to string a sentence together. It is naïve for anyone to think that marriage and inviting the local vicar over for afternoon tea will help mend the deep fissures ripping society apart, but this trail of thought from the man behind the most famous door in the UK is laughable – on that count Nick Clegg is right.
Plus, bearing in mind the protestations of both men about how the coalition union would be the best thing for the UK, the current division has a beautiful irony to it which is more than likely entirely lost on the Prime Minister and his Deputy.