In the grand old days of British Rail, a single train ticket was at least the same price as a return, often more, which was silly. In fact it was so silly that many people claimed it proved public ownership led to barmy management.
Well the modest lamp pictured here is something of a status symbol. It means I’m sitting in First Class, with the nice people. I’m enjoying free tea, coffee, water and biscuits in a nice wide seat within a three-quarter empty carriage.
It’s a madhouse in Standard! Noisy, cramped and crowded.
So what’s a guy who stays at Wake Up! London doing in First Class? I was looking for the cheapest seats. That’s right. It would’ve cost £20 more to sit with the plebs and I’d have to pay for my coffee.
This posted via mobile via Flickr and so not so closely proofread. Click the pic to see it large (there’s an ‘all-sizes’ tab for really large).