THING: TRAINS
Last week I endured a train journey which involved a hangover, cancellations and standing room only in the carriage from hell. Anyway, while I was travelling for seven hours with my tits jammed up against the egg-like head of a man reading a Jack Reacher novel, here are a few things I observed about Britain’s railways:
Trains are basically n…
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