Yet Another Cycling Forum
Off Topic => The Pub => Topic started by: Polar Bear on 15 April, 2024, 06:51:38 am
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The Poo-dolino has been in service since July 2002. We are currently sitting in Coach A on one heading north.
The rancid shit smell pervades the atmosphere.
Almost 22 years and they still have not fixed the shit express!
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And now we have a couple of freeloaders.
She is pregnant apparently so that's ok then ...
The female train manager was not swayed by this. 👍
Police will be at Crewe apparently to "help" them off the train.
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Our freeloading travelling companions departed without fuss.
The Train Manager has also ramped up the a/c to mitigate the poo smell. She deserves recognition for her efficiency and attention to detail.
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Badly named thread. It's clearly Turds on a Train (which is not Samuel L Jackson's finest work).
A quick google suggests that turds on the line ended in 2019, in order to protect railway workers. Who obviously are never found *inside* trains.
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Wasn’t The Turds one of Hitchcock’s finest?
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Are you not confusing that with North by Northwest Mainline?
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Except for Basingstoke?
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I was referring to the Poo-dolino being a turd on the line. The shitty stinks in vestibules where there are loos 22 years after they first discovered the issue is really crap.
Perhaps I should have called them turdolinos...
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I believe trains now have retention tanks.
Poodolinos are VERY rank if seated in the wheelchair bay, as there’s no escape.
I understand trackside tomato plants are an indicator turds on the line...
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TBH, I've always found the 170s worse. Possibly because as a cyclist you end up in the toilet door monitor jump-seat, with the growing puddle of wee from the men who don't bother to aim slowly encroaching on your cleats.
ETA: Crosspost with helly's point about the wheelchair bay.
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I believe trains now have retention tanks.
Poodolinos are VERY rank if seated in the wheelchair bay, as there’s no escape.
I understand trackside tomato plants are an indicator turds on the line...
It was a bit of a surprise to see the track whizzing by when using the facilities on a Hungarian train a couple of years ago
And then I couldn't help seeing the dissolving white paper between the tracks at the stations.
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I believe trains now have retention tanks.
Poodolinos are VERY rank if seated in the wheelchair bay, as there’s no escape.
I understand trackside tomato plants are an indicator turds on the line...
It was a bit of a surprise to see the track whizzing by when using the facilities on a Hungarian train a couple of years ago
And then I couldn't help seeing the dissolving white paper between the tracks at the stations.
Ditto a French regional train a couple of years ago - just a hole in the pan, straight onto the tracks. Nice.
Years ago (mid 1960s) at Euston Station they had a trough between the rails on a couple of platforms, the length of the train. They for the sleeper coaches to flush into when passengers were on board departing or arriving - there was some sort cleaning mechanism to wash the trough when the sleeper train had departed.
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Italian trains flushed straight onto the tracks when I was a PSO.
At about that time, I believe there were reports of some unanticipated full-term newborn baby landing unscathed on a railway line.
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On a school trip we discovered the French ones were fun if one of you dropped toilet rolls down a khaki, and the rest of you were at the train end, watching through the rear window.
I remember the Edinburgh to Inverness line, single track with doubled waiting places for trains to pass. At these places there were proper bangers and mash on the other track...
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Italian trains flushed straight onto the tracks when I was a PSO.
At about that time, I believe there were reports of some unanticipated full-term newborn baby landing unscathed on a railway line.
Those baby stories get reported every couple of years in various places. Some of them might well be true. Sometimes the baby survives.
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I Googled.
Seems there was a story from India in February 2015 and others...
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Small tangential factoid: Rudolf Nurayev was born on a train. I don’t know whether it was in the Kharzi or not.
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Many years ago, me and a friend cycled across Siberia. Cycled in the broadest sense, that is, because back then there wasn't a road all the way across and there was a significant section where we had to push our bikes along the Trans-Siberian. Which was as expected, and fine, except that we soon discovered that we had to walk along the bit where the toilets discharged.
Cue shouts of "Mind the crap".