It’s December. It’s cold, dark and generally a bit bleak. Virgin Trains seem to recognise this fact by ensuring that their carriages constantly remind you of the summer months, that is if you holiday in Death Valley, Nevada.
I walked through all five carriages of standard class in this nine-car train to London Euston and this was by far the coolest. In some of the others the passengers were being overcome by the fumes from the plastic fittings starting to blister in the heat. That said, I’m still wishing I’d brought my shorts with me, and perhaps a desk fan.
Virgin Trains: I know that you have heating installed in every carriage – really I understand: it’s a remarkable achievement and something that should be celebrated. But maybe next time the budget to stretch to include a thermostat or two?
The Muscovy Duck 