As a young boy, I remember having a fascination with the fact that railway platforms on the European mainland are much lower to the ground than their vertiginous British counterparts.
Having narrowly caught a plane to Switzerland (in spite of the blasted law of averages), I now have a first-hand opportunity to discover whether or not this rather odd fascination has endured into adulthood.
Turns out it hasn’t.
However, the good news is that I’ve filled the void with new, equally bizarre obsessions. These include serpentine double-decker trains, multilingual Tannoy announcements, and cuisine that contains nothing but cheese, potato and onion.
The Centurion Diaries 