...the wouldn't do First Great Western.
I've now decided not to write about elated journeys, as I'd be doing that every day and it gets dull. I will however post when moments of gross ineptitude rear their heads.
So for tonight's tail. Having arrived at Paddington at 1847, just missing the fast Swansea service via Reading I quickly worked out that the next fastest service home, having discounted the delayed Oxford service was the 1900 to Bristol. Soon it's platform was announced - Platform 1. I and many others made our way there and boarded, only to note the window stickers said 'Plymouth', which is a later train. I eventually found a train crew member, who wasn't actually sure as they were due to be on the Bristol train it a colleague had just said this was the Plymouth train.
Then came the inevitable apologetic announcement, confirming the train at Platform 1 was the Plymouth train, and those wishing to travel to Bristol had to move to Platform 9. I joined the rush, and with a coup,e of side-steps, a body-check (on a gentleman larger than me, so no guilt was felt when he walked into me) and a surprising turn of pace I made the journey, and gratefully took one of the few remaining seats.
As I sat the apologetic announcements continued, and then to top it off customers were advised via tannoy to head to platform 10 to join the 1845 Swansea service....which had left already, so anyone who followed that advice would have found an empty platform.
As a work colleague of mine would say on such occassions......Jackpot.
Safe travelling everyone.
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