I especially like the double yellow lines. You’re not allowed to park on any side of this road.
Tonight I’m catching my first UK Night Train in order to get to a wedding in Cornwall. It looks like it will be slightly more luxurious that many of the European night trains I’ve taken – I remember for example sharing a tiny cabin with five loud, sweaty german teenege boys going from Berlin to Warsaw, and getting worken up in the middle of the night by a guard shouting in Serbocroat on a train without beds overnight from Budapest to Sarajevo.
The two-person berths look far more acceptable to my partner and me!
And of course, speaking of night trains, my friend Ben the ever-electro music maestro, directed me to this as soon as he heard.