16 February 2016
I go to London for the day. Only this time, it is not for CIPA; it is a Family Outing. I have with me a teenage daughter, a nearly-twelve-year-old son and a rucksack containing lashings of Red Bull®. The rest of the picnic would have taken too long to make and so in the interests of efficiency, we are going to borrow a picnic from Burger King® instead. Burger King is conveniently situated just where you get off the train at Paddington, and unlike my kitchen, it is already set up for making food. I show the children what my journey to work is like these days. To make the experience more authentic, I fall asleep on the train. They don’t notice, because they are plugged in to electronic gadgets, charging themselves up for the day. In London, I show them Hyde Park, and the Houses of Parliament, and Westminster Bridge and the London Eye and even Buckingham Palace. I take them on the Underground, which I expect to enthral them, bearing in mind the nearest we get to public transport where we live is hitching a lift on a passing tractor. But they are not especially interested. It turns out that what my son really wants to do is take pictures of expensive cars. We spend quite a bit of time wandering round Knightsbridge and Mayfair, seeking out F-type Jags and posing for selfies next to them. I think you can probably be arrested for this type of thing, or at the very least removed from the scene by an impeccably-dressed security guard, so I am relieved when we finally make it back to Paddington. We borrow a pizza for tea, take the train back to Brizzle and then climb into my nowhere-near-impressive-enough car to complete our journey. The only way my car comes even close to an F-type Jag is in its emissions levels, which have recently turned out to be a grade or two higher than your average hatchback, thus making it just that little bit special.
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