tenpastmidnight blog

I'm on a Virgin train from Birmingham to Brighton. It's a nice, comfortable train that only suffers from running rather late. There is a power socket on each pair of seats inviting passengers to plug in their mobile phones or laptops. I find it faintly amusing that I am scribbling notes for my on-line journal in a battered notebook of the traditional variety while I can see Compaq and Samsung laptops out on the seats around me. Still, at least I'm not having to lug the weight of my light-but-very-noticeable iBook around with me just for the pleasure of whipping it out on the train.