I was young and trying to get home safely from London after my friend and her parents had driven me from Oxford to London's Victoria Station to get the bus back up north. Despite the fact I was travelling alone, a very young teenager with the correct ticket to board the bus, the snotty-nosed ticket woman wouldn't let me on, something to do with my ticket having the wrong code on it which the travel agent had written on when I'd bought it. Anyway, I won't bore you with the details but I ended up in tears (not a pretty sight) in the middle of Victoria Station (ditto) miles away from home as the National Express bus driver and his partner in crime - a woman who brings back memories even to this day which make me grind my teeth in anger - laughed at my upset and distress. This was way back in the depths of the late 1970s, before anyone had heard of Human Rights, or even good manners.
With National Express now taking over the GNER railway line, does this mean passengers will be belittled as they get on the train, reduced to tears, then forced to stop at Newark for a toilet break after being served stale bread sandwiches and forced into a whip round for the driver before they're let off at the other end?
And heaven help you should you find your travel agent has put the wrong code on your ticket. You have been warned.