When books are pow’rless to beguile
And papers only stir my bile,
For solace and relief I flee
To Bradshaw or the ABC
And find the best of recreations
In studying the names of stations.
Writing on trains (not as in graffiti you understand) is a guilty pleasure. Notebook, pen, a seat booked in the quiet carriage, phone switched off and in a couple of hours and you can polish off a whole to do list that has lingered for days or even weeks.
My hot tip is wear a suit and tie or for ladies a hat and matching gloves. Recreate those days of the ABC and Bradshaw. I’m never called ‘sir’ and treated with such deference when I’m wearing jeans.
After returning my tickets the guard said ‘Thank you for travelling with Virgin Trains, Sir’. I was unsure of the correct response so I pressed sixpence into his outstretched hand and said
‘Take this my good man’.
He mumbled something underneath his breath…… humble thanks…..… well I think that was what it was.