Yesterday I made a journey to Wales to buy a car. The last part of my train trip was from London Paddington to Newport and I got there 3 and a half hours late.
I left home earlier than scheduled and made up an hour of time until the train braked hard and came to a stop 15 minutes in. A few minutes passed and a very shakey and distressed announcer said over the Tannoy that our train had hit somebody.
2 and a half hours later, after many more sadly emotional announcements, the train moved up to Reading where everyone got out and tried to find an onward train to their destinations.
http://www.maidenhead-advertiser.co.uk/news/article-14911-woman-killed-by-train-at-burnham-station/It's sad that anyone should have troubles sufficient to make them want to end their life but along with their relatives' grief there is now a train driver who may or may not be able to get over what's happened. The "Train Manager" will almost certainly have moments of reflection and those responsible for searching under the train for body parts along with the Emergency Services and Engineers who attended the scene must surely suffer also.
My journey from Reading went ok but because so many trains were delayed we were all packed in tightly like sardines and I had to put up with two young girly fashion wannabees loudly discussing "Fashion week Darling" the suicide of Alexander McQueen: "FU*K OFF" and whether they should get two "Skinneeee Lar-tays" from the buffet car amongst other fascile cr*p.
Still, I'm thankful that's about the worst thing that I personally had to deal with yesterday.
