I like old trains, proper trains.
For me, modern trains are claustrophobic, with uncomfortable seats (unless you are 5ft tall and weigh eight stones), grossly overcrowded with unseemly personages, and vastly over-priced.
Back in the day, when I was living in Crawley on a modest wage, I could afford to come home pretty much every fortnight, or every three weeks at worst. You walked up to the booking office, bought a small piece of card, and straight on the train. The seats were designed for a person of normal growth, and I never once had to stand. But, hey, that was in the days of bad old inefficient BR, who ran things like a railway, as opposed to a tin-pot bus company's idea of what an airline should be like.