This latest missive is just the usual GCIRC mickey taking, we’re all going to get along just fine, trust me …..
My target critical mass, enabling a chain reaction of apocalyptic proportions, is all but established. I had thought if we can get a group of 6+ of us we could set up camp and keep interaction with the rest of the train at a controllable distance. But we’ll probably be pleading with people up and down the train to co-operate in a seat exchange system so we don’t have to listen to this guy going on and on and on about how India used to be when he wasn’t a fat old has been.
The Big Brother perspective of this insanity, with what looks like being way over 20 or so people, most of who will have never clapped eyes on each other before convening at Mumbai Central, all cooped up together for 2 weeks in a confined space, is just dawning on me. If the trials of coping with the train and the punishing schedule don’t get to us, it’s all but certain that some pain in the neck from some god forsaken place like Oldham is going to end up getting right under some poor soul’s skin before the journey’s end. Perhaps we should ask Shilpa what’s she’s doing a year next Feb.
The increasingly bitchy blog posts which are likely to erupt from the festering sores of mutual incompatibility that will become evident round about the disgustingly early morning arrival at Ahmedebad on day 3, will surely make all those of you too cowardly to participate all the more smug from behind your comfy desks in the West End and elsewhere. And confident that your sizeable charitable contribution has been truly well spent. Don’t you worry all of you so-and-so’s that haven’t coughed up yet, Lester knows where you live and I’m still waiting for Railway Children to turn up on the considerably more economical VirginMoneyGiving.
By popular demand, here’s a video. The GCIRC taste and decency guidelines don’t permit me to use Big Brother footage on the site