The advert which sees a rather smug Vic Reeves extol the virtues of the train over a plane always sees me reach for the off button.
However, lately I’ve found myself agreeing with many of his sentiments.
I used to scoff at the fact he was travelling first class, so of course it was better, but on a recent trip to Darlington this actually proved CHEAPER than a normal ticket.
And, after my marathon journey to London earlier this week, I think I might be letting the train take the strain a lot more often.
Despite a scare when I thought I might not make it through security in time, the trip south was reasonably uneventful.
However, a two-hour delay on the way back meant it was rather a long day.
Fair play to Virgin though. They kept the increasingly weary passengers informed every step of the way and eventually a plane was borrowed from Aer Lingus.
As we boarded we were handed a letter. My hopes were raised. A free flight? Money off?
No, just this message: “While we’ll make every effort to provide you with our usual service, the aircraft will not be in Virgin colours. We are sorry for any disappointment this causes.”