Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Friday, 27 November 2015
The trains of today and of yesteryear
I took this picture at the National Railway Museum. One of many. I am uploading it because it illustrates my point and because it's an excuse like another to show another nice picture of a locomotive that was in service back when railways were this country's pride. I recently blogged about how much I long for a time of train travels I have never known. I love trains, I always have. But yesterday morning, the train of my commute got cancelled because of some trouble on the line. No replacement buses or taxis were offered by the train company. I had to pay the taxi myself. And it struck me like it always does: what was once the pride of Britain's transport, something that modernized the whole country and then the world is now in a sorry state. Train companies now aim to disappoint, when they don't aim to infuriate. And that's it really. Rant over. Moral of the story: how the mighty have fallen and they should be ashamed of themselves.