Quote Originally Posted by Sir C View Post
That might, perhaps, be the chosen routing of the unimaginative, inexperienced traveller.

Trust me. I know about these things. In two weeks commuting I only got on the wrong train once; and even then I kept my shít together so that I was able to make the decision to leave the train at Rochester and wait for v to collect me.
You dragged your poor wife out to Rochester to pick you up because you got drunk? This is the act of a dastard, surely? What of God's honest taxi cab?