Driving a train? Child’s play

I was squeezed into a carriage on a train from London Bridge to Peckham Rye today. Hordes of remarkably good humoured commuters (maybe because it was a Friday) listened to repeated announcements that the train’s departure was being delayed as they were waiting for a driver.

Eventually a father said to his young son, “Maybe you should drive the train.” “I can’t,” came the reply, “I’m only six and you have to be at least  13 to drive a train.”

 

 

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