So I'm on the train to Plymouth to watch the mighty Charlton play. Got on the train early, sat myself down in the correct seat too readying myself for this 3 and a half hour journey to the West Country.
2 minutes before the train departs London Paddington, a French family say to me "excuse me, you're in my seat". I replied "you must have the wrong coach." They replied "nope, coach E, seat 29." I showed them my ticket which read "coach E, seat 29". They looked around as the train had completely filled up. Me, being typically British said "you can sit here as you have young children" hoping that they'd turn around and look for a member of staff. They replied "merci" and put their bags above the seat and began to sit down.
I've gone from sitting at a table seat and a plug socket to sitting on the floor by the toilets. 25 minutes into this 3 and a half hour journey and my ass is completely numb already... and I didn't buy any train beers.
To rub salt into the wounds the French family spokesman (the woman) said "are you going to Plymouth too?" I was like "yes I am" hoping they'd take pity on me. She said "oh, sorry" and sat down before putting her headphones in.
Story of my life. It's a complete joke.
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I'm 5 weeks into a complaint process with SW Trains and they have done a complete U turn and offered me a refund and "train vouchers".
But they still seem oblivious to my repeated point that their online ticketing process is offering a ticket that according to their own T's and C's is not valid for the times stated!
We stayed put. But then I was used to having to defend The Covered End in the 70's
Me and the French lot had identical tickets. Same time, seat and day. Really strange.
Not what I expected for £55... the floor!
But we in it shall be rememberèd-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
The steward can help you negotiate.
Bonjour.
Moi, Henri et les enfants sont en train à Plymouth pour regarder les puissants addicks. Nous n'avions pas de réservations, mais nous avons trouvé un mec triste dans un groupe de 4 sièges et, voila, il est maintenant sur le sol à côté du khazi.
Il doit être un fan de Millwall.
Bisous
Cecile x
COYA!
Not sure how old the French children are but if young would be reasonable for 'Rugby" to firmly suggest that one of them sit on a parent's laps. It's pretty mean of the family to let him stand/sit the whole journey whilst they rest their backsides in comfort. If there are 2 tickets for the same seat then Rugby is as much entitled to it as the French passenger.