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tickets are cheaper, and then book into a hotel, which would be far better value for money.
As a car driver, I do like the chance to be driven. My thoughts often wander to what is over that hedge or I wonder where that plane is going? So as I watch the miles go by, the towns and cities, the view disillusions me! If I were colour-blind on the colour green I would be at a severe disadvantage. The trees, fields, bushes and hedges! All various shades but predominantly green. We pass a freight train in the sidings, waiting for permission to proceed after we charge past having priority due to being an express passenger service; this too is green, two tone but green and green! Just the fencing is a dull grey, erected to keep the railway and the outside world safely apart, something that sadly didn't happen prior to us catching the train at Huddersfield. Some bright spark had, for the second consecutive day, stolen the signalling cable on the outskirts of the town making any progress impossible from Manchester to Leeds. We had our choice made for us. Rather than go to that most famous suburb of Dewsbury we had changed at Wakefield. As someone who has worked in Leeds for ten years and even in my youth, when the mighty terriers were playing away, I would venture to see Mr Revie's boys play, I would wonder how people could live in such an urban sprawl! I do enjoy the idea of two miles to the moors rather than twenty-two. As a schoolboy I had no conception of inflation! I knew if I did my paper-round I knew my wage would buy a programme as well as entrance to the Cowshed at the old Town Ground. My hope is that today's paper-round would also achieve the same result for the youth of today, yet I suspect it wouldn't buy a programme and a coke never mind the entrance fee to see our blue and white striped warriors and sir Jacko's flashy suits on the touchline. What ever happened to our working class game, maybe those thoughts another day!

As the capital approaches the regulars prepare for the crush that awaits. Us yokels look out of place in the tightly shaven metropolis that has such legendry names and romantic places that we normally only dream about. Names that evoke memories from news features, books and magazines. As the train takes its final approach a vast new construction looms on the left-hand side. With the subtleness of a snail in a salad, what most North Londoners would call the New Jerusalem, the edifice towers above. Its predecessor, still visible previously on

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