der-bomber
Well-Known Member
Got turfed off a train in some Herfordshire shithole, St Albans l think ,for not having a ticket after Watford away ,early nineties. BR must have been having a purge or something and there was this little huddle of us blues all feeling sorry for ourselves on a dark, cold deserted platform.
Next minute there is the tinkling of a bell and DF appears round the corner on a posties bike and proceeds to pedal it up and down the platform, ringing the bell at every opportunity, lifted everyones spirits.
He then assumed command of our little group and hatched a cunning plan to hi-jack a bus and drive home, fortunately sanity prevailed and we got on the next train with no more dramas.
He still calls me 'Mike' even though that is not my name and i have given up telling him otherwise.
Next minute there is the tinkling of a bell and DF appears round the corner on a posties bike and proceeds to pedal it up and down the platform, ringing the bell at every opportunity, lifted everyones spirits.
He then assumed command of our little group and hatched a cunning plan to hi-jack a bus and drive home, fortunately sanity prevailed and we got on the next train with no more dramas.
He still calls me 'Mike' even though that is not my name and i have given up telling him otherwise.