our train on the way home last night stopped about 300 yards before bracknell because someone jumped in front of the train (lamer, at least go out in a blaze of glory rather than a cliche)
anyway, they didn't want to let us off the train :x after an hour we got fed up and the chelsea boys kicked the door open and we legged it down the track
at which point we find police, ambulance, firemen and chaos at bracknell rather than fucking help us get home, the cunt in charge threw us out of the station because we'd gone on the track- carver (newcastle fan) was so angry me and darv had to hold him back
ended up in a taxi to reading (15 quid each, ffs) and not very happy. someone will be getting an abusive phonecall. possibly the family of sir jumpsalot.
