Unthinkable, I know, so why did some committee or other think it a good idea to name one of First Great Western's increasingly aged low speed trains 'The Environment Agency'. I spotted this walking down one of Paddington's rejuvenated platforms the other day. Such poverty of the imagination. Time was when the original and only Great Western (it had no need to claim it was "first", everyone knew that) named its locomotives after Welsh Princes, Kings, Castles, Manors, Halls and Granges — and Warships. It was the place, as Elvis Costello said, where "legends and history collide". Not any more. I do believe there's even a train named after the University of Exeter. Such depths ....
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