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Why do station announcers have to make very important announcements just as a train is thundering through the station and drowning out the most important part of the message, namely the reason why your train is cancelled or running late. When the train goes through the station can't they stop the message and restart when the train has vanished into the distance or is it a case that they are so wrapped up in what they are saying they just ignore it.
On the rare occasions they get it right, you cant understand a word they say because the public address system makes them sound like they are yelling into a watering can with a peg on their nose.
Okay, so you missed the train and decide to go and purchase your ticket. That person at the ticket sales desk is having a bad day and is probably the same person that does the station announcements. Hes not really interested in helping you buy a ticket and would rather get back to that copy of The Sun. For a much more customer oriented experience, probably best to go and use the ticket machine old chap.
Where are all the rubbish bins? I can appreciate that with terrorism running rife in the country at the moment (ahem!), and that rubbish bins are prime candidates and need to be protected at all costs. What about the rest of us who have these overpriced used rail tickets to get rid off? I suppose one could always just donate them to the local doleys so they can cut them up and shove them in the end of their cigarettes.
As for public toilets in many rail stations, Id say dont go there, but in many cases you cant anyway because theyre closed either through vandalism or the station staff cant be bothered to open them. If you do find one open, chances are its usually a filthy cesspit and there's no chance of any loo roll. Very nice!
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Why do all the announcements begin with the words:
"First Capital Connect would like to apologize ..."
Lies, Damn Lies, and Nonsense. They're not apologizing at all. They are laughing all the way to the bank. We're nothing but mugs.
They need a bomb up their collective backsides!
My first train was 20 minutes late, but I didn’t miss the connection onto a Virgin service because, in defiance of Murphy's law of travel, it was 30 minutes later than my delivering service. Then my train disappeared from the board.
An announcement was made, apparently in Punjabi by a man with an Azerbaijani accent, a speech impediment and his head up his @rsehole, with just the word 'Birmingham' comprehensible.
An enquiry elicited the reply that the train was behind a broken down freight train and that no further information was available. The man imparting this news seemed gleeful in doing so, but perhaps that was just my imagination. Maybe he knew he didn't have to rely on the trains to get home that night.
An hour after my train should have arrived, but was still missing in action, the next service to Birmingham was announced. I boarded this train, on time but dirty and overcrowded, with grime encrusted seats and tray tables, at least one toilet in a condition which would have shamed most third world countries, and with luggage racks dangerously crammed with bags and cases waiting to decapitate the unsuspecting.
The ticket collector wanted to fine me for being on the wrong train despite the fact that the train for which my ticket and reservation were valid was still stuck in the Lake District. I refused firmly and politely to pay the fine, and am now eagerly awaiting Virgin Rail taking me to court, which I look forward to as a welcome opportunity to tell them, in front of the press and the Rail Watchdog, what I think of their service and the rail infrastructure in this country generally!
Tony: You're an idiot. Have you ever taken a late night train with vandalised ticket machines and no staff? How do you buy your ticket then - do we just walk home twenty miles? As for the bin thing, just SHUT UP will you.
and Number Two, If you are trying to work out what to do with your old ticket I will spell it out for you. TAKE IT HOME AND PUT IT IN THE BIN. It's not hard to do.
Don't winge about things you don't understand.
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