Well, I waited for an hour and a quarter before chucking the towel in. I repaired to the Club and treated myself to a dozen oysters and a glass of Chablis as a respite treat from Commuter Hell. I returned at 9pm when trains were at least running, albeit somewhat late. How many of the people in that picture, when they left school with exciting hopes dreams and aspirations, ever thought they would expend a significant part of their lives in cumulative time spent waiting on Waterloo Station concourse? How many toddlers missed their bedtime stories? How many “dinner is in the dog” moments, anniversaries missed, school parents meetings, school plays……….? Quite sad really.