Mr Furlong and I just had a good laugh. It was about the loo’s on the trains when we were kids. We’ve been watching a train journey on TV.
When I was little, we were poor. so we always took our own food on the train. We couldn’t afford the Dining Car. I think Mr Furlong’s family were more affluent than mine. Maybe they could afford the Dining Car.
But no matter whether you were rich or poor, you couldn’t avoid the loo. They were terrifying to us kids. As you pulled the chain – well, the lever actually, whilst you were trying to keep your feet in the rocking, rattling cubicle, with the tracks going clickerty clack, clickerty clack, clackerty clackerty, clickerty clack, the metal cover in the bottom of the bowl would drop down vertically and dizzingly dump the contents of the loo on the openly exposed rails rushing past underneth.
It was scary. It was exciting. We pulled the leaver lots, even if the loo was empty, just for the thrill of it.