Well, it all looks very lovely. But why (oh why!) is an events company with a fine line in exotic train journeys targeting me – a trans woman who writes extensively about, er, my personal journey, IT, the law, policing, sex, sexuality and censorship?
For a moment there, being inundated with mail about “Steam Journeys to York” and “a fabulous sparkling Brunch and Afternoon Tea” on the Pullman Express to Folkestone – a snip at £260! – I thought I might have attracted the attention of a bunch of train spotters.
However, the price tags (£260 is far from the priciest) and the request that passengers not wear jeans or trainers threw that one out the window. Cliché, cliché, cliché .. .but somehow I don’t quite associate train spotting and sartorial elegance.
Nah. It’s a complete mystery (not to be confused with their latest e-mail apprising me of “an evening of dining, mystery and suspense on the steam driven Golden Arrow Pullman”).
Unless. Unless…no: it would be too silly. But I do write regularly about my trans journey. This couldn’t just be a simple case of mistaken identity: them misreading “trans” as an interest in “trains”?
Sure it can’t be…but oh so funny if it were!