Northern rail trains are always late - the timetable is a rough guide at the best of times. The Sheffield to Manchester train that I get ( from Chinley) has never arrived in time. I tweeted them about it a few weeks ago and, I shit you not, this was the reply:
"Apologies, the service is delayed due to the previous service being delayed"
The train always has 2 carriages, ancient filthy things, that are usually about 100 degrees inside. By Marple it is packed. After Brinnington nobody can get on it because it's just too full. But that's not cramped and uncomfortable enough for Northern Rail who in the summer turn it into a "Folk Train". What that entails is reserving half of one carriage ( that's 25% of the trains capacity) for a bunch of bearded fuckwits in jumpers to play utterly shite tunes about fucking rovers and dancing maidens, whatever the fuck they are!
When the train does finally chug it's way into Piccadilly, 25 minutes late on average, the bastards then make you queue to buy a fucking ticket from some 17 year old hiding inside a massive luminous jacket who never looks up from a machine that looks like (and works as fast as) an old till hanging from his spotty neck.
And today they raise their public popularity even further by not turning up at all! Brilliant.