"I should be your Euro star"

Remember Madonna? As you may know, the Eurostar crosses the English channel undersea. For the entire journey, I was scared shitless. You know, tunnels, breakdowns, flooding – and, no, not the fact that I am hydrophobic, claustrophobic etc., but the possibility that Sylvester Stallone might take it upon himself to rescue me. Brrr. Anyway, I refrained from asking my well-endowed neighbor (sorry, but most of it was on exhibition, gratis) on the train if we had crossed over. It was self evident – on the French side there were fields of onion and garlic, whose fragrance wafted through the train. No, seriously, I am kidding of course, it was all about people driving on the other side of the road.