LOl....^^^^^^ O.K...just this once.
I was a Porter at Peterborough North station L.N.E.R as it was then, standing outside with other porters waiting for taxis to arrive.
My turn came and out came a miserable looking woman followed by this long legged beauty, with a body to die for which was the daughter aged about 17 years old.
I was called over by the mother and told to take the cases and try to get her a seat on the 11.30 to York.
" No problem, maam2 I replied and took them to a special spot on the platform and told them to wait there and i would be back.
" No she said, wait her with my daughter whilst i go and get a magazine from the bookshop."
In that short space of time, i had chatted her up, got her telephone number and told her that i would phone her on her return.
I did and i married her.....and i shouldn't have done and wouldn't if I had my time again.