If my hangover was a town...

[venta]

When I began commuting to work by train last year, I was surprised at how frequently the train stopped in a station in such a way that a person sitting where I was couldn't see the station name board. After three months, I can recognise the ten or so stations on my line, and am much more attuned to the stoppings and startings of my train.

In the initial stages, though, I was frequently to be seen peering out of windows, trying to work out where I was - not that it usually mattered, since I could recognise both the stations at which I might want to alight. One station, however, was always simple: as you pull in, a strident recorded female voice trumpets Slough. This is Slough!

I've never worked out why she sounds so pleased about it.

Trivia fans may also be pleased to hear that Slough is also the only station on my route with a stuffed dog on the platform. He's called Jim.

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[venta.livejournal.com]

Reminds of the game where you try to second-guess the person reading out the football results - you can usually tell whether the team named first won, lost or drew based entirely on the tone of voice.

Next time I go through Acton Town, remind me to listen to see if the announcer sounds particularly daunted by the long list of names to be recorded!

[d-floorlandmine.livejournal.com]

remind me to listen to see if the announcer sounds particularly daunted by the long list of names to be recorded!
I'd guess that they'd sound professional. I'd say that they'd probably sound more daunted about two thirds of the way through ...