As Friday nights train service drew to a close the only trains left to travel through my station were a few ballast trains. These trains generally trundle through and vanish off into the distance with just the red glow of a couple of tail lights to remind me that they had even visited.
Tonight however, something has gone amiss, It's gone 1am in the morning and I was sitting in the office, my station closed to the public and awaiting one of these behemoths to fly through my station and off to work somewhere else overnight. All of a sudden the work radio blares into life...
Train *** to control.
Control receiving train ***.
Yeah train *** to control, I seem to have flames coming out from under my train and I think I need the Fire Brigade.
Oops, that's never a good thing to hear on a Friday night, mind you that's never a good thing to hear on any night of the week.
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