'So
this feller Beeching says to me "Hancock, we've called you
in because we want a really top-brain on this job". Seems
his report on the Railways didn't exactly send people wild with
joy, so he wants me to follow it up and tell 'em what to do. Well,
I'm a busy man already. But he talked me round in the end. "The
nation needs you Hancock", he says, "£100,000
a year and free luncheon vouchers." So here I am on this
Diesel thing. Ninety miles an hour and no nonsense about seat-belts.
The V.I.P. treatment! There must be a catch somewhere though.
They can't fool me that all their trains are like this . . .' |