The ticket inspector has just been down the carriage (not a euphemism).
Think bespectacled, bald, rotund, Southern collector with gout....
...and you might last over a minute with this stunning lady.
This bad boy is currently propelling us to Rome at 154.7mph.
It's just like being on a train in the UK other than being better in every single conceivable metric you can use as a comparison.
Now seemlessly on our way down to Rome from Venice.
Jnr has to acclimatise quickly.
In the airport he was charged with sorting our pre-booked transfer to the station.
He returned with the less than helpful information of:-
'I don't know where we are going but she was stunning'.
'Get used to...