|Stafford: Twinned with Gomorrah|
This, of course, means only one thing - a turf war to find out which town has the worst railway station in the country. A station where the toilets are locked, the buffet makes Scout Hut coffee taste great, and the platforms smell of tramps. I'm going to restrict this to stations I've actually visited, otherwise things could get out of hand.
So. Aldershot railway station, clearly one of the highlights of visiting Aldershot.
|Aldershot: Gateway to Your Mum|
|Pokesdown: Regular connecting services for somewhere nicer|
And just a couple of stations down the line, there's the pre-fab concrete hell of Poole, with a matching pre-fab railway station.
|Poole: The next tallest building to the west of here is in New York|
And down in the south-west, I once accidentally found myself at Falmouth Town station.
|Falmouth Town: Change here to be stared at by the locals|
I once went to Aberystwyth, you know.
|Aberystwyth: There's a Wimpy in town (Information correct as of April 1983)|
|Ash Vale: Prepare to be searched|
As you can see from these pictures, there's a common theme in that there are no trains to be seen. This reflects the hours that seem to leak away into days, weeks and months as you wait for a service that takes you out of these places. Some never leave.
Coming soon*: A short series on shit motorway service stations.
* Probably not coming soon
Correction: The original version of this story suggested that Mr Gary Bainbridge is a "bun fan", when he is - in fact - a fan of busses. We apologise for any distress caused.