December 4th, 2004

Picocon

Network South Yorkshire

I'm at Woodhouse Station, waiting for a train to Sheffield, due in about ten minutes.

On the opposite platform, ten people are waiting for a train which was due twenty minutes ago.

There's no electronic displays, no click-clack boards. The bloke minding the station (on one-day secondment from Rotherham) phoned the yard and was told their train still hasn't left Sheffield.

We don't know where mine is.

It's just like home.