I've done it!!

I am slightly ashamed, it still makes me blush and I'm unsure whether my principles have been forever compromised, but on Sunday evening I gave into temptation.

I upgraded to first-class on the train home from London to Manchester.

Look; I was quite squiffy, thanks to London Chum who knows way too many good pubs between Kings Cross and Euston.

So, by the time I'd polished off my, umm... fifth pint (I know, shame on me for that alone) and agreed I probably did need to go home at some point, I was in no mood for screaming kids etc.

It does cost £15 to upgrade on Sundays but you get soft drinks and a packet of crisps for some reason and air con and a lavvie that doesn't smell of sewage and had considerably less wee on the floor and, if you are lucky old me, four seats to yourself.

And very naughtily I took off my birkenstocks and buried my toes into the plush seat in front and snoozed to my ipod in comfort for two and a half hours.

I can tell I've fallen by the wayside. I've a feeling this is the first of many first class adventures. Oh, dearie me!