I’d love to have a photo – but there isn’t one, as far as I know – of me on a train from Nottingham to Carlisle in 1967. It was one of those old wooden carriages with the compartments that had six huge seats with mirrors and leather blinds. The teenage me, long hair and all, shared the carriage with five businessmen in their 50s and 60s. They were all reading The Times and I was reading International Times. The ticket collector couldn’t stop laughing.
At Carlisle I got off the train and the Tannoy went “This is Carlisle Speaking”.
International Times, 1967
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