En Route to London

Wow, how wonderful is technology? I am typing this in the dark, lying on the sofa, on my Treo phone…
Wordpress is awesome. But it isn’t designed for a Treo screen.
Head girl and I are in the capital for the wedding of a friend of mine… my aunt and uncle are very kindly putting us up for the nights bracketing the wedding tomorrow, and head girl is ably coping with the quite daunting scenario, especially for a good white English girl, of partial immersion into Greek family life.
Head girl’s karmic superiority showed it’s face at the beginning of the train journey here… I admonished her when she made an intolerant comment about the slight noisiness of two overly boisterous teenaged girls with one of their mums, sat nearby. So naturally, after I defended their exuberance, the two horrific little harpies got louder and louder, singing off key, fighting in the aisles, generally being little twats. Eyes rolled, but none of the other passengers said anything, and to be honest I think that was mainly because the mum was there, and like fools we didn’t want to show her up.
Still, I did get a couple of good lines out of it. one said “ooh, I love all of this kind of music” as a tinny house anthem came on, and I barely supressed the urge to say “Which kind? Shit?”.
The other was just after a play scuffle broke out, and the undeniaby more pretty one exclaimed “you can hit me as many times as you want, you’ll still be ugly!”

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