On my train from birmingham to London there were loads of young drunk lads on their way to the football game in Coventry. In someways those things are nice because you chat and bond with your fellow (normal) passengers. (At one point we were all sharing our lunches.)
But I digress … The three women who were sitting at my table with me got off at Birmingham International. Sweetly, the guy sitting beside me, Stephen, sat at my table so the idiots couldn’t. (They really were jerks, they even punched a random pasenger.) Stephen was a really nice guy. He’s a train manager so I picked his brain. Unfortunately this has only fueled my desire to be a train driver. Must go look up details… bye!!
My hero, Stephen.