made titanic efforts for the Easter weekend but despite that, my wife & I reached Glasgow before midnight for our foot and mouth-free city break. Even though they selfishly never came through on their continual promises of cheap returns after two months of phonecalls to the booking line, and they tried hard to discourage us by cancelling the booked train on the day, we called their bluff and turned up at Preston in time to catch an earlier (but naturally late running) train. And we got a seat, despite our reservations being on the non-existent 19:20. Nice try, you useless bastards.