So I’m on my way to Liverpool, on train no 2 (out of six) of the day, waiting to get off at Preston. Behind me, the Virgin staff are also waiting, chatting to pass the time.
‘You don’t go down to Euston, then?’ one asks another.
‘I don’t go down to London, no. I’ve not been down to London for 40 years. I’ve made a career out of not going to London. I hate London. It’s too big, too impersonal. The people are too unfriendly. It’s too hard to get around, the subway’s too difficult to understand. And it rains all the time.’
Big, yes. And impersonal, yes. Unfriendly, yes, I suppose it is a bit, and certainly it’s hard to get around. The tube? Well, I can see if you’re used to Preston that it might be confusing.
But rains all the time? From someone from the north west?
Frankly, I resent that.