# can you seriously see sir johnny gielgud back in the day their light ale slopping around a plastic beaker while they stuff an individual packet fruit pie into their north and south henry swanson: honestly no one cannot in which end of the era of the myth of luxury uk rail travel has long since past today on island luxury is defined as if the darn train turns up at all andor if any of the seats aren't covered in spicy londonium kebab puke nobody really wants to ride those lousy escooters in the rain nationalize cosmically useless public transportation now you greed crazed baskets // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]