Also sleeper to Fort William (actually, it broke down about 5 miles short, so arrived in a coach.)
was also on one that did that
night train London-Glasgow, drunks kept pulling the emergency chain, so train was stuck before Watford for an hour or two, till the cops arrived to escort them off the train. Parents with kids going on and on and on about how brilliant it is to see the sun rise as the train crosses from England in to Scotland.
Then the train broke down at Carlisle (I think it stops for a while anyway, but this was a much longer while).
By now it was bright day light. So the aforementioned parents were whingeing and whining, because they’d been conned and missed a seriously crucial part of their away break.
Then we got towed in to Glasgow c/o a thunderbird. Obviously even in the days before GSM, news travels quickly, so Glasgow Central was swarming with anoraks with flasks of weak lemon drink, presumably due to the rare configuration of the arriving train.
Well over 12 hours for a journey that tbf I could have done during the day in less than half.