Here’s a lazy one, lifted from Nie (“No”) magazine. In Warsaw central railway station they have opened a special “Service Point” for intercity train travellers (or “the rich”) where you can, as Nie says, have a coffee and send flowers to your wife or fancy woman but not buy an intercity train ticket – for that you have to queue with the other schmucks.

Actually, this is not such a lazy entry, as I can dilate on the trains in Poland, although since I know that as a subject it is nearly as boring as car-commuting I’ll keep it short and put something new up tomorrow. They’re going backwards. Total regress. You buy a ticket now and it might be valid but then again it might not. Depends on which company is running the train at the time you board. Following in the glorious footsteps of the English, Poland has split up and part-privatised its railways. The timetables in Warsaw central have biro-ed in corrections on them – if you’re lucky, that is. If you’re less lucky a thug in a shiny-elbowed suit will tell you your ticket’s no good and you�ll have to buy a new one from the conductor

It didn’t used to be like this.