Something to declare:
Eschew train wi-f and make a real onboard connection instead
I recently spent an hour on a fast train to Germany tearing a stack of napkins into desert-island shapes for the four-year-old boy in the seat next to me. I once chatted for so long to the ticket inspector on the way back from Weymouth he gave me a fapjack. Wonderful things happen on trains when you’re not checking your emails. Brilliant people appear right beside you when you’re not scrolling through Facebook. So news that more British trains, including the new Crossrail, are to come replete with wi-f, is disheartening.