That will be one video to look for when I get down to the library. Years ago I think it was the early eighties caught a train with the wife and kids and sat just behind the driver on the local milk run, bought second class but sat in First Class - had not seen the signs as the kids wanted to watch the driver up front. Only when we were half way through the ride that we noticed that we were in First Class and not once were our tickets checked during the trip.
In fact it was a bit of a con as there were no cushions on the first class seats or even seat covers on the backs and as for the windows!!! well they were just as filthy as second class!! You just get to pay more for the priviledge of arriving at the patform before the rest of the train!!
Nigel.
I used to be an optimist but with age I am now a grumpy old pessimist.
BTW - why do all 1950's narrators sound the same?!
Cause they're loco?
Imagine if they talked like that all the time., like -reporting a crime.
There is a woman stock reporter here that moves here mouth and jaw like she's
Chewing on taffy. When the news is good there's a lot of chewing, when the news is bad
At least they were understandable, nowadays with the anything goes attitude, some accents are indecipherable, think of us poor colonials will you. I am thinking of that recent North Korean video that is doing the rounds at the moment where the commentary over top is some dreary guy from Leeds or somewhere oop narth. He really makes you want to throttle yourself.
My Grandfather was an Engine driver and on more than one occasion he took me to work with him. When he moved from Steam to DMU's he loved the cleanliness. Anyway, one of the trips I used to go on was a Warrington - St. Helens local DMU service. Once we were out in the country I would sit on his lap and drive the train. An marvellous experience for an 9/10 year old
Paul
If God had meant us to fly, he would have given us tickets.