A topic I feel has probably been covered before. But allow me the indulgence of a rant, as today was my first experience of the unbridled joy that trying to get a bike on a Virgin Train is. Jesus! It'd be easier to actually gain egress to a genuine Virgin. A decent looking one. Over the age of 20. In a ****ing sink estate in South London
FFS! Which muppet was in charge of designing those ****ing things. Perish the thought that you might be able to do something as ****ing revolutionary as open the door to the bike storage, and simply put your bike on the train. Oh no. Where's the fun in that? You have to get the 'train manager' to do it for you. Luckily Virgin have eradicated any potential problems on this front by scouring the country for the most petty, small-minded half-witted ****-wits to fulfill this role.
When stood by the train door the following constructive exchange took place:
Can I get my bike on please mate?
Have you made a reservation?
No
You need to make a reservation.
I didn't know that. Can I get my bike on please mate?
No. You've not made a reservation.
What? I didn't know I had to make a reservation. The bike storage is empty. Can I get my bike on please?
No. You need to make a reservation?
Oh FFS? Its empty. The train is leaving in 2 minutes. I'm on my way to work. Can I get my bike on please?
No. You haven't made a reservation.
At this point, Another member of staff intervened and opened the door for me.
You couldn't ****ing well make it up. Gggggggrrrrrrrr


