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....
|Journal||The Journal (Newcastle journal)|
|Publication status||Published - 12 Mar 2016|