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.

Comments

[cocacolasurfer.livejournal.com]

I agree completely. For years I've never been able to guess what station I was pulling into until the happy computer lady announced it but I actually made an attempt to remember one station today. I could now recognise Hitchin station. I don't think I'll ever be called on to identify the station in an emergency, but one can never be to careful.