The Oldie

The robotic age of the train

I realise strikes are exasperating for the public, but I had some sympathy for the train stoppages over the summer.

I lament the way human beings are being erased from so many services, replaced by automatons, robots and on-line transactions.

Our little railway station in Deal used to be a friendly place, with a helpful person issuing tickets and organising the complicated train journeys some of us take. But it has grown increasingly deserted and the ticket office is locked up,

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