platform 17 June 2009
Remembered today what I wanted to tell you about train travel yesterday. NOT, as it happens, that I saw a train with the romantic title Transpennine Express (and it does sound good, doesn’t it?) but every time we came into a station on the service between Manchester and London it warned us that the doors would not be functional till the train was at rest at a platform. Well, I should certainly hope so!
Puts me in mind of a story that my Mam won’t thank me for telling, which is about the time Herself and my late, great Dad was alive and attending such a thing as The Motor Show in the main exhibition space in Dublin – recession was a distant and dirty word then – and they got ROYALLY drunk and on the way home she stuck her head out the train window and had a good breather and vomit out, and SURELY back onto any kid who was hanging out the other end?! They don’t let you stick your head out anymore, far as I know, THOUGH that’s not entirely cos of my mother, necessarily, I hasten to add….
