Abstract
I WAS too young to really have experienced British Rail. I knew all the jokes about the delays and the terrible food, of course, but they always struck a false note for me.
Living in Newcastle journeys usually started with an InterCity 125. I didn't really understand the jokes, because in three hours you were whisked from the edge of the country to the capital....
| Original language | English |
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| Pages (from-to) | 47-47 |
| Journal | The Journal (Newcastle journal) |
| Publication status | Published - 12 Mar 2016 |