Does that make sense?
I was waiting at Kearsley station today (pronounced Kersley, not Keersley, stupid Chavs (and Radio 2 traffic people)) and the train arrives. It is full. The conductor is squeezed out and tells us that there's no room. So we squeeze in at the other end. What an enjoyable journey that was. We eventually arrived at Salford Central and I got off there, because
1. That and the next stop were equally far from where I thought my destination was
2. I couldn't face another three minutes on there
and 3. there was no way I was paying for that journey.
And on the way home, I just about caught the train, and the ticket person got to me just before we arrived at "Keersley", where the stupid chavs stood in the doorway, and I had to part with £1.30.
I've written so much about trains that I haven't got enough impetus or space to do today's antics justice. Maybe later.
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