Quintin Jardine's blog

This isn’t likely to get a result, but on the off chance:

I am very interested to make contact with the hijo de puta in the ticket booth at Barcelona airport railway station yesterday, who sold me a day ticket to Figueras, but who neglected to mention that there was a strike in progress, which meant that I had no chance of actually making it to my transfer station in time to make a connection. I didn’t discover this until I processed my ticket at the entry barrier and went on to the platform, to find thousands of people waiting there in the same state of blissful innocence. I hadn’t been there long when there was an announcement to the effect that the next train for San Celoni would arrive in thirty minutes, by which time the numbers on the platform would probably have doubled. That information was offered in Castellano and Catalan only, and was therefore incomprehensible to the newly arrived tourists who made up a significant percentage of the crowd.

I made it home, thanks to the kindness of my bro-in-law who drove 120km to collect me, down a road and through a city he did not know, but that does not dilute in any way my keenness to spend five minutes alone with the son-of-a-bitch who sold me that ticket, and for sure did the same thing to dozens of other people. It’s a long shot, but if anyone might be able to tell me who he is and where he lives, that info would be received most gratefully. Many others might be keen to join me in sending him a appropriate ‘thank you’ gift.