Tralee to Dublin in 1979. The bloke who sat facing us across the table had obviously enjoyed the licensed facilities of the city. As soon as the train started, he staggered to the buffet car and bought a plate of egg, chips and beans, and a large glass of milk. Placed them on the table in front of him, and stared at them, swaying slightly, for the next three- quarters of an hour. Then picked up the milk, poured it over the now- congealed food, and slumped head down into the resulting mess. And slept soundly, snoring slightly, for the remainder of the journey.

Arriving at Dublin, he woke up and precessed, his face covered in now looked like warpaint, along the platform, and disappeared no doubt to find the nearest place of refreshment.