When I was little I used to go to Liverpool to spend a week or two with my Grandparents every now and again. My mum would put me on the train asking some responsible looking woman to look after me. I'd always spend the whole journey in the intersection between the carriages with my head stuck out of the window. I loved it.
On my return journey my grandparents would do the same, choose someone to look out for me. They obviously thought that working men, like my grandfather, were the most responsible and so, on more than a couple of occasions, I found myself playing cards with Liverpudlian builders who made lots of trips to the buffet car for lager and were smashed by the time we pulled in to Euston Station.
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