It's not great (even by spoons standards, I could have gone to the Benjamin Huntsman instead), but the collection of total nutcases in there at 10am is unmatched.
Since there's a lot of moaning about trains, not least by me, I feel I should dish out some praise when things actually go well.
Got on the Cross Country train to Reading at 9:06. Arrived in Sheffield at 10:17 (3 minutes early). First pint at the Bankers Draft at 10:25. :drink:
The railways are...