Before you ask, no I haven’t been to every train station in the world. But sometimes you realise that an experience is so bad that it has reached a zenith of consumer misery that would be unsurpassable. In any quest there comes a time when the hero must dismount, and tell himself that there is no maiden fairer, no prize greater, no more land to discover that is worth the effort. Or in this case, no railway station experience more miserable. And I’ve seen some bad ones. Those where the only shelter remained locked during a blizzard. Those where the only source of heat was little more than a hair dryer bolted to a wall on a timer switch. And it didn’t work. Those where the staff are only present for a couple of hours a day and make unhelpfulness an art-form (most are friendly and helpful, but some are […]

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