I've ridden too many trains because when I go see friends out of London it's via the train, when I go to my brothers it's on the trains ect...

Best train story ever for me was getting back from Download Festival 2004 (Donnington Park) I'd not slept in days, was drunk and tired (mainly from the being in 100K+ crowds in the boiling sun, dehydration (beer was cheaper than water), smoking weed and drinking more than my own body weight in alcohol. I was covered in gold glitter too to make my sunburnt tortured body better (I got ambushed by a lovely welsh girl who rather quite liked me and camped next to us so she could put aftersun on my burns she never mentioned the lotion had gold glitter in it) I was on the train platform and fell asleep (I had misread my ticket believing I had 3 hours for waiting for the train I slept easily) when I woke I was a lot more sober and read the ticket "OH SMURF MY GOD" I cried (yes quotations) as I realized the ticket time I had read was the "arrival" time for getting back to London from Derby, my cellphone was outta juice and credit my wallet completely empty of absoloutely everything but useless pieces of plastic like library cards...I was officially stranded in Derby a terrifying thought I have to admit I couldn't remember the addresses for any friends in Derby though I had a few I could have asked for help. So onwards I ran to the customer information desk and asked questions they weren't too happy to see me apparently they'd had a bad day due to the festival goers and there was me in a uber tight "Download" festival T-shirt that I'd worn for the last night of the festival and a pair of tight black jeans and boots carrying a bulging tent bag and hold all, yet they told me to speak to the guard on the London train about to depart and gave me 2 minutes to get there, I ran...I figured I'd get some grumpy old man who wasn't going to have none of it that I'd have to lie and just pray he'd fall for it I was considering the option of blowing him off if needs be when I approached the guards cab and saw a woman in the uniform of a train staff member my prayers were answered no giving grumpy men blowjobs and to be honest if I had to she wasn't so bad looking. Well I chose my approach carefully, honesty. Telling the guard what I'd done was one of the wierdest things ever but she laughed smiled and was charmed easily by my amazing intense wit so she was like "yeah I'll take you home with me" As we got on the train she gave me a seat up in first class much to the disgruntlement of the other first class passengers and she even came sat with me once she'd checked the tickets...we spoke about the festival and other things for a while. Then when we pulled in to london she'd given me a note on my ticket explaining the situation and on the back of my outbound ticket she'd written her name and number with the instructions to call her, I wasn't so sure about the last part but I'd made it back home which was a result...no being stranded in Derby, no 200+ mile walk home, no hitch hiking...it was great.