Carmine Posted September 13, 2006 Share Posted September 13, 2006 This happened to me on Saturday, but I was at a wedding Sunday and Monday and run off my feet on Tuesday...so my bile has had to wait until today. I spent Friday and Saturday day in Edinburgh on a stag weekend and had to travel back on Saturday night for the aforementioned wedding. Work on the lines meant that my journey consisted of a train from Edinburgh to Newcastle, a bus from Newcastle to Darlington, another train from Darlington to Doncaster and finally a train from Doncaster to Sheffield. At Newcastle it became evident that I'd be travelling with a large number of Newcastle and Fulham fans and while this might seem like a sure-fire bad idea, they simply took the p*ss out of each other a bit and left it alone. But then the train pulled in at York and I noticed that the platform was four deep with women in posh frocks and blokes done up like a dog's dinner in their suits. At this point the train was pretty much full and most of the seats had been reserved by people starting their journeys far further up the line. But in a matter of seconds the corridors of the train were jammed three abreast with p*ssed up two-bob millionaires and their shrill wives (mostly sporting faces like slapped backsides). Sure enough by the time the train is two minutes outside of Doncaster a fight breaks out at the other end of the carridge and then the chaos spills out onto the platform. I walked away and waited for my connection thinking that that was the end of it, but about five couples from the race crowd get on the connection as well. Within ten minutes of the connection leaving Doncaster, one of the twerps has wound up the young burberry boys on their way to a nightclub in Sheffield to such a degree that they're having more fisticuffs right behind me until the staff chuck them all off at Swinton. The temptation to have at them with the battle axe that I had in my bag was never more tempting... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BasilRathbon Posted September 13, 2006 Share Posted September 13, 2006 I think I was on the same train as you from Donny to Sheffield (left Donny round about 8.45 I think) - I'd had a long day's cycling and at first was amused by these drunken clowns who thought that wearing a suit or a posh frock gave them a bit of class. Was really annoyed though when the muppets started fighting on the train – the delay they caused meant I missed my connection at Meadowhall and didn’t get home till 10.35. All seemed a bit surreal though – for some reason there was a group of blokes who looked like bouncers who got on the train at Swinton, hauled off the muppets then went back to the platform. Are Northern Rail employing their own bouncers now? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DaFoot Posted September 13, 2006 Share Posted September 13, 2006 ..Are Northern Rail employing their own bouncers now? Transport police? Do they always wear uniform? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fareast Posted September 13, 2006 Share Posted September 13, 2006 British Rail [or whatever its correct name is nowadays]seems as if it's livened up a bit lately! What with 'Toffs' having a punch up with the Chavs it sounds like something out of the Dandy or Beano ; Lord Snooty v. The Bash Street Kids! The delays must have been frustrating, on top of the normal delays but, other than that I bet it was an entertaining spectacle. It only needed the battle-axe to be produced, the Old Bill to arrive to add to the confusion [probably by attacking or arresting the Railway Police by mistake ] and the whole thing could have been the basis of a revived Carry On film ? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Agent Orange Posted September 13, 2006 Share Posted September 13, 2006 Good job they dropped em off in Swinetown. Rough as a Badger's ass there lol. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carmine Posted September 14, 2006 Author Share Posted September 14, 2006 I think I was on the same train as you from Donny to Sheffield (left Donny round about 8.45 I think) - I'd had a long day's cycling and at first was amused by these drunken clowns who thought that wearing a suit or a posh frock gave them a bit of class. Was really annoyed though when the muppets started fighting on the train – the delay they caused meant I missed my connection at Meadowhall and didn’t get home till 10.35. All seemed a bit surreal though – for some reason there was a group of blokes who looked like bouncers who got on the train at Swinton, hauled off the muppets then went back to the platform. Are Northern Rail employing their own bouncers now? Where were you sitting? I was pretty much right in front of them. I thought the burly men who waded in had been on the train since Doncaster as well, they'd been at the races as well. It was amusing in that the twerps in suits were causing most of the trouble so they restrained them. Then they started bleating to be let go only to thump the chavs again. Burly men restrain them a second time and they still seem to think that the burly men should let them go so they could have another pop at them! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BasilRathbon Posted September 14, 2006 Share Posted September 14, 2006 I was sitting on one of those drop-down seats right next to the door, as at that time of night I wanted to be near my bike in case any of the chavs tried to nick it. The 'burly men' seemed to come from nowhere to sort the trouble out and vanished as quickly as they had appeared - maybe they were "Men In Black"? Problably just as well, seeing as the train guard went and hid in his cab. Having said that, I'd probably have done the same - is there a worst job than being a train guard on a train stopping at all the chav towns on a saturday night? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carmine Posted September 14, 2006 Author Share Posted September 14, 2006 They were sitting about halfway down the front carridge of the train. They had the same badges on their lapels as all the other racegoers that I ran across. In fact I think I recall a cyclist's face poking around the corner at some point! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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