Spain isn't different, Spain is better

Go to York from Newbury: A easy trip of 3h and 48min by car, a odyssey by "transport public".

Long time ago there was a national train's company called British Rail and the pink people could go to anywhere and all was happiness but the forces of evil weren't over, only were sleeping and in 1979 they waked up, their best soldiers were Margaret Thatcher and John Major.

In 1993 British Rail was privatized and everything changed.

The excuse (it's always the same): Saint "competitive market" will save the world and all will be more cheaper, more quality and It will be for everybody.

The real life (it's always the same, one more time): The tickets are the most expensive of all history, If you have lucky your train will arrive later, if no your train will cancel without notify you and the money never is returned.

In conclusion: fewer trains, fewer direct trips, fewer schedules, more expenses, worse salary for the rail's staff and 0 competitive market (oh yeah, there are 100 different companies but they split territories).

It was Monday and although I thought my trip as if it start at 11:53 (1 hour and 30 minutes before of the necessary) I had waked up at 9:30. I wanted leave with time because my sister told me "You can't trust in the train".

When I arrived to the train station the first train had left against all prognosis.
"No problem, I will take the next" I thought.
The next was canceled and I had to take one at 11:15 to Reading and in Reading I took other to London but this other broke down before departure and I had to change train again.

The new train hadn't free seat and the people had to be standing up in the passage but this train was better, at least it worked until half hour before it broke down and stopped during 40 minutes.



I had left home 2 hour earlier than my original plan and I arrived London Paddintong 11 minutes later my original plan. It was 13:05 and now I had to get on the underground.



Easier? Yes, at least the departure because in Paddintong there is a only platform for my line, but in the back way, in King's Croos St. Pancras, the platform has 5 different lines, also in the both trips you have to take the line towards Baker Street because in Britain the direction isn't the last stop, I don't know why, but they prefer to chose any other station for this and two opposites directions could be the same in the map.



I was in London St Pancras and something incredible would be happen: I got on train at 14:15!!!



A little more and I would arrive in York at the right hour... but It would be too easy, and the bus left one hour later.



Finally I arrived in York at 19:30, then I had traveled during more than 8 hour to make 215 miles (346 km).

In the next post I hope writing about York and something more pleasant than the transport in Britain: the try of mass murder with gunpowder!!!!!

Why? Because Guy Fawkes was born in York. Maybe you don't remember this noun, but I'm sure that you remember this face.



"England prevails"? I would not be so sure if the trains don't change.

Andrew Sachs vs. Zapatero

Well. How is a typical day of a Spaniard in UK?
One image says more than thousand words. And a video much more.
Let's play!

It's Fawlty Towers and Manuel is Andrew Sachs in the real life. Now he's a very old man but the pink people keep very good memories of him and when two presenter of BBC radio (Russell Brand and Jonathan Ross) made a series of phone calls to Andrew Sachs that crudely discussed the actor's granddaughter several tabloid broke the story and regarded the phone calls as obscene. Finally both presenters were later suspended by the BBC due to the incident, and Brand resigned from his show. The BBC was later fined £150,000 by Britain's broadcast regulator for airing the calls.
For a moment everybody in UK hated Russell Brand and Jonathan Ross but they aren't alone, ZAPATERO came to their aid.

Source: The daily mash

ROSS AND BRAND ARE HEROES, SAY SPANISH         

The Madrid government last night sprang to the defence of Russell Brand and Jonathan Ross hailing them as the new heroes of anti-Spanish racism.

Prime minister José Luis Zapatero said the assault on Andrew Sachs was 'measured' given the actor's portrayal of a halfwit Spaniard who thinks a rat is some kind of Siberian hamster.

Zapatero said Sachs, banned from entering Spain since 1976, was single-handedly responsible for the country's image as a nation of greasy-haired chimpanzees who have to have everything explained to them twice.

A spokesman for the Spanish embassy in London said: "We've been leaving dirty messages on his answerphone for years.

"And every Sunday we camp outside his house and chuck handfuls of paella at his front door."

Spain's biggest newspaper El Pais said: "Señors Ross and Brand are the champions of every waiter who has ever served a table of drunken English tourists who find it amusing to answer all of his questions with 'Qué?' until one of them finally comes out with 'I'm so sorry, he's from Barcelona'."

Meanwhile, as Russell Brand admitted he had been 'caught up in the money', jumped-up researcher Jonathan Ross was last night told to apologise 18 million times over the next three years.

The BBC has also offered Brand's £200,000 salary to the Treasury to help pay down the jaw-droppingly out-of-control national debt that everyone seems to think is irrelevant compared to some swear words on an answering machine.

Transcript: The times
Audio: [1] - [2]
In Spanish: [adn] - [El Mundo] - [Publico]

Edit: Youtube deleted the video and I couldn't find other copy, so I put here one search with other videos.

Pink people are the enemy

Hello.

My tailor is rich, he is a fucking Jewish tailor.
I'm joking, perhaps you don't laugh because the English is a boring language, but I'm here to learn the pirate's language. I'm terribly sorry but you don't read here anything in the best language of the world: the Spanish, the champions' language.

Let me I tell you about the English people (in the future: pink people), ok?
Pink people are always thinking how do the thing in the opposite way. They say “Oh, I'm English, I use the pound, drive to the left, have two faucet in the bathroom and only one surname, God save the queen!”

Pink people tell their children that if they do anything as the rest of European they will have a terrible death.

As you can see I'm swimming in dark water and I will need all the help possible. Yes, we need very many Spanish soldiers to win this war, so you haven't any doubt that you will be welcome if you come to see me.
“Where is the battlefield?” you ask me. Don't worry, this are the place and the dates where I will fight:

- From 26 to 29 of October in York
- From 21 to 25 of November in Liverpool
- I don't when now, but I want go to Edinburgh too.

I will have only one pause, from 12 to 21 of November in Berlin.

This is all for now, tomorrow (or more later) plus (if I don't dead before).
See you soon... perhaps.

I have already arrived

And now, what?