JOKES about the railway industry are not always easy to come by, and there’s one of my own that’s become a regular feature of my speeches in the past year or so. I used it again last night when I spoke at a Network Rail/Association of Train Operating Companies reception. It’s so well-worn and well-known by my audiences that I really can’t continue using it for much longer.
So here it is.
Since being appointed rail minister, I’ve “gone native”, as it were, and found myself doing something I would never have imagined doing before: buying railway magazines at W.H. Smith. But to avoid embarrassment, I also buy a copy of Playboy to put the rail magazine inside.
Any alternative gags gratefully received.