All Aboard The Gravy Train

by john of gwent

You probably share some if not all of my opinions of the European Union. For a start I wouldn't mind SO much if just once WE ran OUR membership of this corrupt scam the way the FRENCH and the GERMANS ran theirs. By ignoring all manner of outpouring from the paper-pushers unless it works to their advantage. By blockading french truckers at dover and using the diesel in their fuel tanks to barbecue THEIR cargoes at the barricades for a start.

But perhaps my greatest contempt is reserved for the idiocy that says once every month the whole show uproots itself from the Belgian city of Brussels and migrates to the French one of Strasbourg. Yes, once a month SIX aircraft take a 2,500-strong army of staff, officials and interpreters on the 280 mile trip, accompanied by 15 truckloads of paperwork.

The whole idiotic 'bend over and take it like a french politician' mess SHOULD also have the green wellie tre hugger brigade up in arms too, as to go with all the hot air and shit that these wastes of space already create, this rolling circus puts 20,000 tonnes of carbon dioxide into the planet's atmosphere each year.

So, spurred on by this criminal waste, the French, who have the presidency have struck a blow for common sense and the planet.

They decided to do away with the whole sorry shambles, right ? WRONG They've decided to let the train take the strain. They've inaugurated a new train service to take them door to door instead of the six aircraft.

But this is no bog-standard Virgin Trains offering. This is a 'Thalys' Train Grand Vitesse. Now I've ridden one of these myself, after the damn fools at Ashford put us on the WRONG Eurostar and sent us to Gare Du Nord instead of Bruxelles. Leaving us in the wrong bloody country. But the way they said sorry was four first class Thalys Tickets. And I can tell you now when the French SNCF and the Belgian French SNCB get together to run a restaurant service, it ain't no little chef. They are, to be blunt, "les gonades du chien" of the railway.

If I had my way I'd put the buggers in the third class wooden seat carriages the italians ran in the early eighties. Hardly the height of confort but a journey equivalent to Swansea to Fishguard cost me twenty pence in 1982. Or even better, maybe we could borrow the cattle trucks from the sidings at auswitz and put THEM back into service.

But no, nothing but the finest gravy is allowed on this train. And the ticket price is fully refunded through their "claim now sod the receipts who cares anyway" expense policy.

I imagine Mr Nigel Farrage will be enjoying the ride. All I hope is that there is a political party out there who can rid us of this opulent, decadent waste of money, time, and oil.

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