That’s not to diminish the unsettling effects of a reverse formation of course. Apart from the fact I have to slog my way to the opposite end of the platform it also means that other more fair weather travellers are now encroaching into my space and my favourite Carriage A gets much fuller as a result.
Carriage A on this particular service was carriage number 44060 and I managed to get a seat next to a regular chap who scores about 7 out of 10 on the scale of good travelling neighbours. He never hogs any of the armrest and never makes any unnecessary noise apart from the constant keypad tapping on his Blackberry. He must have been catching up on Easter break emails as the device never left his hand for the whole journey and there were so many to catch up on by the time we were pulling into Platform 9 he was all of a flap scrabbling to put away his glasses, files and all manner of accoutrements. Usually after each email he zips the phone back into various jackets and compartments only to go through the reverse un-zipping procedure 10 minutes later when the reply drops in so at least on this occupation we were both spared any zip induced RSI damage.
Arrival at Paddington was punctual if not slightly early and my disembarkation was only marred by the fact that in reverse formation my chances of trying to surreptitiously get a photo of the carriage number was foiled by the stampede of suits making a charge for the tube. So instead you’ll have to make do with a screenshot of three very fine tweets from the Uptight Commuter (@uptightcommuter) which very succinctly sums up today’s commuting joys.
Hope the poo was most enjoyable....