Slow train a comin'

Watching a train trundle past at a level crossing today I was briefly spurred to anger by the sight of first class carriages. This and the arrival of blisteringly hot summer days brought back memories of being cooped up standing in standard while there would be seats in first class. Sometimes I'd go in and sit down and occasionally get turfed out by the guard. This is possibly the most blood boiling thing that can happen on a commute but faced with a fine I'd meekly slope back into standard. I am, after all, English. According to a few news stories I've read over the years train fares in the UK are pretty much the highest in the world and by quite some margin. For this I don't think it's too much to expect a seat, or failing that to have space to stand without four people squashed right into me. When this has been achieved maybe then the rail companies might be allowed to dedicate carriage space to the type of people who need to travel first class. Bah!