On Monday September 24th, I had the misfortune to travel by rail from Newcastle to London.
I think the train in this picture was the same train because it was lots of fun, but unfortunately there were no sandwiches or lashings of ginger beer.
First phone India and the nice gentleman there will tell you that you can get a ticket very cheaply subject to availability. Then you tell him you already tried that and he asks you if you want to book the cheap ticket and you repeat what you just said. Eventually he quotes you £144 return but then you say I'll go for the Saver Return instead at £94 which he didn't tell you about. In the end I went to the station bought the ticket and booked a seat over the counter. I say counter because it was by then 5.30 and out of 5 booths there was only one open even though it was rush hour. In Britain all services except emergency stop at 5 or 5.30. Visitors - you have been warned! So if you see a half dead dog in the street, lose your passport or keys, see something suspicious or even want to hand in something you found, forget about it and wait till Monday morning.
Well, it used to be called British Rail but that was too easy and now we have private operators which is very good whereas public operators are very bad because the market knows best or so the nice Mr Brown tells us, or was it Mrs Thatcher, I forget which.
It is one of the laws of nature that if you plan to do something and you really must do something at a particular time, all the demons and gremlins in the world will be released to prevent the plan's success. And so it proved when I had determined to get to London in good time for my interview. Leave at 10.40.Arrive 1.40. Interview 3pm.
I really don't think there was any irony intended…
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