Train leaves in 20 minutes. Time to go - my hour of internet access for £3 is almost up. I guess it was a better investment than an overpriced beer in an impersonal station bar. At least it's warm in here even if everyone else on the PCs are obviously members/friends of the cafe owner - and there playing a noisy game of networked Quake (or is it Doom). Who knows. Seems such a wast of these nice flat-screen IBM NetVistas.

Logging off now. Bye.