First Great Western are possibly the most inept, backwards train providers in history.
Want to get off? Stick your hand out the window to wrench up a handle to open the door.
Know when your stop is? Pointless. We’ll run 20-80 minutes behind. But don’t worry, we’ll tell you when they are! And apologise for the delay! Oh no, we won’t. We haven’t got a fucking tannoy, and woe betide your connection sunshine.
On the bright side, it’s cheap! Oh wait, it isn’t. Love rinsing my wallet of money to stew in carriages lacking lighting, baggage space (fuck it, just stick it in the aisles like everyone else, no wonder the sanctimonious-cunt-ticket-collectors rarely make an appearance) and a decent ventilation system.
And on the whole I quite like trains too.