All praise to the station staff. Last Thursday (April 18) entering Eastbourne station, I was suddenly overcome by a bout of violent sickness, not, I hasten to add, caused by access alcohol, but by one bad pint consumed 20 hours earlier in Hastings.
Much to my embarrassment I could do nothing but tuck myself into a corner until I recovered.
Recovering some composure, and being determined nobody but myself should clean up the mess, I sought out a member of staff.
Despite numerous requests, this young man flatly refused to hand over his mob and bucket.
His attitude, dedication and willingness to help was admirable. I suspect this would have happened had any other member of staff come to my assistance.
My grateful thanks to you all, ladies and gentlemen, you are an inspiration to others.