FX : TRAIN AMBIENCE
TRAIN MANAGER:
(OVER SPEAKER) Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is your train manager speaking, and thank you for travelling with National Rail. First Class accommodation is available at the front of the train, but there's no way you can afford that, so you might as well get used to this poxy living Hell that is standard class. Serves you right for being scum.
A buffet trolley is available which will run out of food and drink halfway down the first carriage, so anyone further down the train than coach B should start foraging for supplies now. If you dig deep enough down the back of your chair you will find enough dropped crisps and bits of old sandwich to sustain you on your journey.
A toilet is available for your convenience, and for your inconvenience, the lock has been broken off. In the toilet bowl is a turd the size of the Titanic, which unlike it's doomed namesake will never sink.
To make your journey as uncomfortable as possible, National Rail has provided each carriage with a standard-issue sweaty fat man who will fall asleep approximately three minutes into your journey, and snore like a pregnant pig for the rest of it.
Passengers are reminded that there is no smoking anywhere on the train, except for the brakes, which are just about knackered so God forbid we have to stop suddenly.
In case of emergency there is a small hammer next to the window, which you can use to bludgeon yourself to death should the person sat next to you start talking about their boring sodding job in I.T.
National Rail sincerely hopes you have an unpleasant trip, and to ensure this, all air conditioning will now be switched off and the unholy stench of the toilet will be fanned into your face for the remainder of your journey.
Please have all tickets ready for inspection.
Thank you.