Andrew Vine: Welcome aboard the 16.18 train - and a journey of disappointment
Every time I step on to platform 1B to catch it, there’s a crowd waiting. Come rain or shine, on any weekday, there are easily enough people to fill four carriages. It’s completely predictable.
And equally predictably, a two-carriage train always trundles into the station and the regulars roll their eyes.
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Hide AdAs an exercise in British restraint and good manners, the behaviour of us all could hardly be bettered. We don’t jostle or push, let older passengers and parents with children go first to bag seats, and a lot of us end up standing.
So last week as usual, I didn’t get a seat. I haven’t had a seat all the way from Sheffield to Leeds any time I’ve caught the 16.18 in the past year.
As we set off from Sheffield, the aisle was already crowded from front to back with standing passengers. A few minutes later, the train arrived at Meadowhall, where the platform was busy with shoppers laden with their bags.
Somehow they all got on. Now I know how a tinned sardine feels.
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