Hallelujah! It’s the unmanned stations!
While putting posters up at the unmanned stations this week, I tried to avoid making eye contact with the young man with a bottle of wine in his pocket who was staggering about under the station sign. Tried and failed.
“Miss Miss,” he cried, and I cringed expecting something rude.
“Do you think anyone will know I’ve been drinking?” he asked.
That day the people in the control room were clearly in high spirits. After one announcement telling us that we were currently running a good service with all trains running on time, the faint strains of the Hallelujah Chorus could be heard in the background.