So to pick up on a couple of these points, will probably do a few more later...
4) Never watched it + don't now what it is.
- Not seen it. Anything like Eurotrash?
It's a show, where, couples go in to a box in the studio and have sex. They then come out of the box (so to speak) and discuss the sex they just had with Steve Jones and I think a German woman in front of an audience. You don't get to watch the sex, but someone from the production team is listening in for "health and safety reasons".
It's a weird show. Very Channel 4.
Now the first class thing...
6) I think they are usually full of people who need to economise on time because they are busy in the business or political world. I would love to overhear some conversations of a MP or two.
- Are we talking commuters or people who fancy treating themselves now and then? The latter is fine with me for some reason but if I commuted there's no way I'd pay for first class. Southeastern are a joke of a train company!
- I sometimes travel first class. They're all cunts.
Anyone who pays for a first class ticket on a train journey that lasts less than an hour is surely part of the Reptilian Elite.
A good theory dapper. Very good theory.
Now to explain that question... the first class thing is the source of the second most debates between me and the missus (who I need a better way of referring to, because Mrs Ex gives the wrong idea).
I get it for most work trips - which are usually 2 hours each way, in to London, so paying for good seat + wifi + endless tea + biscuits + table is a combination I find so worthwhile. Don't ever do it personally as it's too expensive.
Her hatred comes from that all trains are shit and we should suffer together, doesn't like the idea that basic level of comfort is a paid extra. And quite an extra. It should be decent for everyone. She feels very strongly about this.
But my favourite time of going first class was when I got drunk in London at an awards do, had to run to get the train as I almost missed it. So I was a bit drunk and sweaty. All the poshos hated me and had looks like "why are you hereeee" AHA no I have my ticket, fuck you all.
Oh! And another time I had an entire carriage to myself. Luxury.
The first biggest source of arguments is how to eat pancakes. Apparently I'm a heathen for rolling them.