When I took the early morning Liverpool Pullman to London in
1968, I received a free return ticket that included a full English breakfast
served at my table. I passed the interview at the Eversholt Street BR HQ next
to Euston station but my A levels turned out to be insufficient for access to
the management scheme. My life would otherwise have been so different, such are
these “sliding door” moments that decide our fate.
That was the first and only time that I ever enjoyed a
restaurant car service on a train in Britain, not counting the pre-prepared, microwaved,
airline style catering that I have since experienced on a very occasional sampling
of First Class on the East Coast Main Line.
Simon Bradley has just reminded me of this on page 223 of
his wonderful book, The Railways - Nation, Network and People. As you will already
be more than aware, I could not have put it better myself.
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