>> On Christmas Day 1955, my parents, my brother and I sat down to our Christmas
>> dinner. My father had just given up his job after some 40 years working on
>> the railway. There had been a crash at Barnes which was blamed on the signalman.
>> My father said that his leaving the railway had nothing to do with the crash,
>> but we weren't convinced.
Sometime in the late 50's my old man was driving a Britannia heading The Norfolkman, The Liverpool Street to Norwich express, when he was signalled to an unscheduled stop because at a previous station a young boy about my age had got to close to the platform edge and been smeared down the side of his train. That shook him up a bit apparently. For the rest of his driving career he luckily never had a one under.
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