1.Last night, I dreamt that Britain’s
2. Why the dream, I asked myself; and myself answered: perhaps because I have to jet get the train over to France tomorrow morning; and in the little purse where I keep my real money, there are only 2 euros left.
3. What can I get myself for 2 euros, blogpeople? I don’t know! How do I know how much things cost anymore?! I leave my country for a mere 13 years and hey, everything’s different. Government. Currency. The National Front’s score in the presidential elections. The price of beer. The price of espresso.
4. When I was an impoverished student (not impoverished as in ‘I’ll be paying back my loan down to the 13th generation’ like over here, since higher education is pretty much free in France), an espresso was the cheapest thing you could order in a café. That was around 5 francs –50p- at the time, and I wonder how I didn’t suffer from caffeine-induced tremens between the age of 18 and 22.
5. Sometimes we would splash out on something really special – half a pint of Guinness.
6. Next time if you’re lucky I’ll let you know how much an espresso is in Lille. I might also tell you why I’m going there, although it’s a really personal story; you and I don’t know one another that well.
2 comments:
ooh are you going on the eurostar?
did you get the free upgrade?
very boringly: the Euro is an incredibly bad idea for the UK. in fact, it's an incredibly bad idea for nearly all of the EU. note germany and italy have been absolutely crippled economically by the loss of country-specific monetary policy.
the euro's cute for tourists, no benefit for business, and catastrophic for governments' ability to manage the economy. on balance: avoid.
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