A clearly (I) ludicrous idea/Preposterous tales.
In poking around randomly on that Wikiwiki site (theme song 'Jam on it' by Newcleus), vaguely looking for Hymeks as it turned out, I discover Cotswold Rail, who keep a loco named 'John Peel'. It was the work of mere seconds to idly speculate about the wisdom or running a London -> Whitby special, to enable the drinking to begin on platform 33 1/3rd and continue until the return.
Were it not for the fact that no-one would be able to agree on the departure and return dates, the bogs would be ankle-deep in toxic lager piss and hair-dye slicks by the time you hit Watford, you'd have to travel via odd places (Brum, Sheff) in order to get the numbers up, several hopless bastards would set the smoke alarms off due to sneaking into the septic bogs for a cancer-stick, there'd be mithering about the cost and the people I'd like to have along would touch the idea with someone else's bargepole and/or aren't fithy g*ths... It would be a top thing to think about.
Hey ho. I'm not sure why I mention it. Devilment, probably.
Were it not for the fact that no-one would be able to agree on the departure and return dates, the bogs would be ankle-deep in toxic lager piss and hair-dye slicks by the time you hit Watford, you'd have to travel via odd places (Brum, Sheff) in order to get the numbers up, several hopless bastards would set the smoke alarms off due to sneaking into the septic bogs for a cancer-stick, there'd be mithering about the cost and the people I'd like to have along would touch the idea with someone else's bargepole and/or aren't fithy g*ths... It would be a top thing to think about.
Hey ho. I'm not sure why I mention it. Devilment, probably.