 The 7.55am Hastings to Charing Cross
is a train like many others, however there is a difference - on an average weekday morning up the 55% of the passengers are from the Spirit World!
Why are there so many ghosts on the train? I asked Dr Albert T. Guppy, formerly a Hastings resident.
"In the old days of jobs for life, some commuters took this same train for their whole working life -
they went through a lot together, they made friends for life or even longer.
Since I passed over I have enjoyed dropping in and spending a little time reminiscing with old pals"
I spoke to Ticket Collector, Ronny Forsythe, "...all they do is complain that there's no buffet car, that it was quicker in their day and they make it chilly with their ghostly aura,
...we need to have the heating on all the time... if it wasn't for these non-fare paying extra-worldly passengers we'd probably have had the new trains months ago, and the fares would be cheaper, and the toilets would work and the we'd be more polite, almost like friends to the commuters who'd respect us realizing that it's a tough job that we do...".
Feelings were mixed amongst today's commuters - Joshua Sandpit is a web developer, "It was a novelty at first but they get in the way - you can't sit on or rather in them as it's cold and damp,
and some of them smell a bit iffy. I used to play cards with a couple of them but they cheat all the time. Debra Grapple is a Product Architect, "I love them, they are so polite, it's always 'Madam this... and Madam that'...so much nicer than normal people"
Ex-living commuter Stanley Devonshire doesn't think so highly of many of his modern-day counterparts. "They don't know they're born these mortals, they sit there gabbing into their portable telephones,
playing games on their computing machines, music blasting from their ear pieces...
the men dress like children in their sports kit, peaked caps and trainer shoes - not a decent suit between them. As for the females, they dress like prostitutes, no manners, none of them. Of course we never had women on the train in my day, goodness no,
they were at home with the children, where's the buffet car..."
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