I WRITE this in my cabin aboard the Caledonian Sleeper, which hasn’t yet left Euston on its journey to Glasgow. I had to leave the National Rail Awards at the Grosvenor early to get here.
I do love that particular annual awards ceremony – it reminds me why I love being the rail minister: hordes of people who are genuinely enthusiastic about the rail industry and whose achievements are recognised and celebrated – in style – by their peers.
Also, it’s a chance to wear a tux. Now, all you blokes will understand what I’m about to say, but for the womenfolk, this may come as a bit of a revelation: every man, when wearing a black tie and tux, is secretly humming the James Bond theme to himself. True story.