There is nothing like a trip on public transport to make you feel glad that you have a car.  Yes, I went to Leeds from Wolverhampton via train (one change in Manchester). Apart from the disease (I have a bit of a germ phobia) there is the regular humiliation of: ‘have you booked assistance’ and: ‘you can’t go on that train as you are not booked on that one.’   The realities of a daily oppression write large. If you are not disabled you may...

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