I went to London for a few days and returned yesterday on the train.
After an hour or so I could smell a burning smell kind of like when a hair dryer has been on too long.
I looked around but no-one else seemed to have noticed anything.
I remembered a Sopranos episode where Carmine Lupertazzi, one of the new York mafia bosses smelled burning hair just before he had a stroke and died.
The smell persisted though and I didn't have a stroke and die but something did happen. The train stopped suddenly.
It had been trying to tell me something.
A feeder pipe to the braking system had apparently come loose and had triggered the automatic braking system. We were stopped about 50 kms south of York for about 45 minutes while the problem was fixed.
After about 10 minutes a Scots guy on the other side of the aisle asked me:
"Hey pal, what station are we at?"
(He'd had a couple of drinks on the way). I answered him:
" We're not at a station, we're out in the country somewhere. We're stuck here for the night".
"Nay bother" he said and put his earphones back in.
In real life, in 1947 when Sparky was recorded, a kid telling everyone that trains talked to him would have been put in a nut house. They'd think that Sparky was the one with a loose wheel.
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You certainly have big adventures!
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