[QUOTE 5298587, member: 10119"]We had a simply _joyous_ NorthernRail experience at the weekend - between cancellations, late-running, missed connections, trains over-full of tired sandy west yorkshire folk who had been to the seaside and the very shouty drunk woman who we all endured together from Preston to Accrington it was an utter delight, I tell you. And meant that my children got to experience the joys of an after-midnight payday-weekend taxi rank. As we arrived the SmallestCub said 'I hope the same thing doesn't happen as last time we got a train back late and a taxi' - which befuddled me until he reminded me about a journey home from the 2017 Hydrogen Hack that has us waiting at the rank with the party drunks and included fisticuffs about four people ahead of us in the queueueue. Fortunately it didn't; we were still a good four metres back from the start of the queueue when it kicked off, with much Loud Swearing. And fisticuffs.
"I think they've drunk too much beer, mum."
"I think you're probably right."
"I don't think he should have queue jumped because it isn't fair..."
"Well, quite. It's not Terribly British, either!"
"...but I don't think she should have grabbed his arm, or that either of them should have shoved and sworn like that."
"Nope, me neither."
"Mum, I don't think I'm going to drink beer."
"Well, I hope you won't for a good long while, but I suspect you might change your mind and want to try it in a few years time..."
(most doubtfully) "Hmmmm."
"...and the chances are that at least once you will drink too much of it, and then the next day you will swear the you're never ever EVER going to do that again."
"Hmm... maybe. I don't think so though."
*lady behind us in queueueue nearly wets herself laughing*
*chap behind us in queueueueue is confused*
*lady behind us in queueueueueueue explains in whispers and the giggling spreads a bit further back along the queueueueueueueueueue.*[/QUOTE]
I read that as" Neanderthal Rail " .