May I reminisce? Back in the early 80's, i was on a bashing tour from Wolverhampton to Wolverhampton via Inverness. We arrived there at about 6pm on Sunday. Now anyone who knows the Highlands will know that isn't exactly the best time to find anything open. We had about 20 minutes, and some mad passengers decided to try to find some food. One group were running around in headless chicken state, and asked my group if we had seen any food shops open. "No, but there's a sign down there that says currys" - chicken group runs off - and misses the train.
[Later on, we arrived in Perth at about 1am. Not due to stop, but stood waiting a path in centre road. Two messages spread through the train: "Do not get off, as we could start at any time"; "Just behind that wall there are usually a couple of dozen 26/27s stabled at this time". Inevitably, several gricers ask their mates to "hold the train", and jump down, leaving coats, bags and wallets behind. Equally inevitably, train starts just as they vanish behind wall. Never did learn how they got back.]