So, what do you do when Avanti suspends everything? You adapt. You call your boss and say, “The rail gods have spoken—I’m working from home.” You buy a thermos of gin and settle into the long wait. You remember that, in the grand scheme of things, this is just a train. A very broken, soul-crushing train that has personally wronged you, but still just a train. And you laugh, because if you don’t, you’ll start crying into your sad Pret sandwich.
The suspension was eventually lifted after a few hours, like a curse broken by a very tired witch. Trains crawled back into service, apologetic and smelling of diesel fumes. But the damage was done. Another entry in the Great British Rail Rage anthology. So next time you see a Pendolino tilt elegantly through the countryside, remember: it’s not a miracle of engineering. It’s a ticking time bomb dressed up as a train, just waiting to ruin your evening.
And if you’re ever stuck at Euston, find a bench, make a friend, and share a story. Because misery loves company, and Avanti West Coast is the world’s most reliable provider of both.
