I travelled to London today by train which was perfectly pleasant - and on time.
When we got to Carlisle, the train " manager" announced that we would have a ten minute stop, and if you wanted a cigarette you would have to go outside the station as Carlisle was non-smoking. From my carriage, about 15 people sprinted for the exits. But the funniest thing was seeing them sprinting back. The cigarettes had clearly taken their toll.
On another point, I bought a cup of coffee.
When I said I didn't need the natty little bag with handles I was told:
" Sorry sir, you have to have it - elf n safety"
So they're not trying to save the planet then.