Amazingly, my return trip to Manchester, via Reading for a change, was entirely devoid of delays. Left Slough at 13:05, arrived in Reading at 13:20; left Reading at 13:35, arrived in Manchester at 16:57. I was sure that some sort of karma thing was about to kick in, causing me to get stranded in the middle of nowhere (though the train doesn't go anywhere near Longford) and not reach Manchester until about noon tomorrow. Presumably I have by this stage accumulated sufficient delay points in the eyes of the train gods to allow me a limited number of punctual journeys. If so, I am deeply grateful to the schedulers in the sky.
I had the good fortune to sit, by fluke, in the 'quiet' carriage, where mobile phones are banned. Unfortunately, behind me was a rather feral child, who kept kicking my seat, hitting me with his Buzz Lightyear toy, and yelling. Perhaps this was some form of cosmic justice, balancing out my disconcerting punctuality...
In other news, Liam has sent me a link to the following amusing and unlikely story. God knows how I missed it myself...
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