Dim blog erbyn dydd Iau. On i ar wyliau efo'r wraig. Aethon ni i Baris dros y Sul. Gawson ni amser da. Welon ni y Mona Lisa, Afon Seine, Sacre Coeur a twr Eiffel. Roedd y tywydd yn braf a cherddon ni filltiroedd.
And in French…pas de blog depuis Jeudi…(I’ll stop there).
Yes, I'm full of the Gallic spirit (and quite a bit of wine too) after a weekend in Paris with Mrs Editor. I'll spare you the full details and pictures and instead do a piece for the Daily Post travel pages.
The only downside of air travel these days – apart from the heavy burden of shame at all the carbon pouring out the back of the jet engines as you whizz across the Channel at 500mph, gin and tonic in hand – is the ordeal of getting onto the plane.
Airports have become miserable places and Manchester Aiport, terminal two, is just loathsome. With all the heightened security, the baggage check area appears to melt down when there is a rush of flights on. It means ages standing in queues, everybody panicking because they’ve put a tube of toothpaste in their hand luggage.
You can’t take a bottle of water larger than 100 mls through security which made me wonder why the branch of Boots just before the gate thought it was such a brilliant idea to have a two for one offer on half litres of water.
“Drink now and wee when you get through” – not much of a sales pitch, is it?
The most depressing moment, though, was witnessed by my wife in the women’s loos. An elderly Asian lady was in the bathroom, clearly unwell and feeling sick (probably something to do with standing in queues for hours on end). And here’s what one girl bellowed to her friend…”watch out or the Paki will be sick all over you.”
Makes you ashamed to be British (and even worse, the girl’s accent put her from THIS side of Offa’s Dyke).
On a much happier note, 40,000 of you have supported our campaign to save our post offices – we will be celebrating that fact tomorrow and telling you how we have taken our campaign to Downing Street. The really good news is that the Government in London is starting to listen – and we have an exclusive interview with a minister to prove that your voice is being heard.

Sebastien Chabal wrote...
I hope you didn't use any cash point machines in Paris. I tried one once near Gare de Nord railway station and found a filthy pair of discarded underpants. A horrifying experience.
Posted by: Sebastien Chabal | March 8, 2007 8:26 AM