Loz
26th March 2002, 14:54
I went to Brighton a week ago, to visit my sister who was staying there. The train line goes from Bedford (my closest town) through Luton, London and Gatwick to Brighton, had a special deal, only a tenner for the entire return journey.
The train rockets (as much as English trains do) into London, doing it an about an hour, including a 10 minute stop at Luton, then another 30 minutes or so to Gatwick, then suddenly it halves it's speed, and takes another hour to get to Brighton.
Why does it go so slow after Gatwick? Can the southern lines not take the speed of 60mph?
Also, haven't really been down to Sussex in 5 years, and before that not since I left there when I was 8. God it's a lot more crowded than where I live. People rushing about all the time, practically everyone on a mobile phone, lots of noise, certainly don't remember all the hustle and bustle when I was a nipper.
And still, going to Brighton after all these years, when I used to go every other weekend with my mum and dad, Brighton didn't seem like a party town to me, all I could remember were miserable and rainy saturday afternoons, being dragged around by my parents, when I'd much rather be at home watching Dangermouse.
The train rockets (as much as English trains do) into London, doing it an about an hour, including a 10 minute stop at Luton, then another 30 minutes or so to Gatwick, then suddenly it halves it's speed, and takes another hour to get to Brighton.
Why does it go so slow after Gatwick? Can the southern lines not take the speed of 60mph?
Also, haven't really been down to Sussex in 5 years, and before that not since I left there when I was 8. God it's a lot more crowded than where I live. People rushing about all the time, practically everyone on a mobile phone, lots of noise, certainly don't remember all the hustle and bustle when I was a nipper.
And still, going to Brighton after all these years, when I used to go every other weekend with my mum and dad, Brighton didn't seem like a party town to me, all I could remember were miserable and rainy saturday afternoons, being dragged around by my parents, when I'd much rather be at home watching Dangermouse.