I’ve just had a Corbyn moment on the trains

IT’S quite something, the way rail operators are taken aback by lots of people travelling at bank holidays. At Llandudno Junction on the way back from Ireland, our Arriva driver refused to go any further: it was overcrowded, he said, a judgment with which the people standing and sitting on the floor could not disagree. Those in the know hopped off to find another train. The rest of us stayed put until we were told we’d be decanted at Chester for another train to Crewe, but we’d miss the London train.

At Chester we were put on to an even more crowded train for Crewe, where a mother had to take her little boy off the train to try to get to the loo by another door — I don’t think she was ever reunited with her bags. At Chester the entire train had to run like lunatics across the bridge to try to catch the Virgin service to London — one woman actually fainted when she got there.

On that train people were sitting in the space between the carriages, and Brad, the train manager, had to apologise for any inconvenience this might cause.

Where’s Jeremy Corbyn when you want him? His photo on the floor could have been a group affair.