It's a bit on the obvious side, but puking on peak hour trains is inconvenient. Especially Sydney tangara trains, which have no windows to open, and are ventilated by an air con system that recycles the fetid air. There's simply nowhere to escape to smell of vomit on a tangara carriage, which neatly sums up City Rail, when you stop and think about it.*

And if you're curious, no one has filled in the poll on books that capture their Australia yet. A statement in itself, really.

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You know, I really have been spending a bit of time on this blog hassling City Rail, haven't I? I'd like to say I'm keeping all the good stories to myself and focusing on the negative, and that Bob Carr and the Labour Government are running Sydney in such a fine and excellent way where the poor are looked after just as the rich are, but that'd be a lie. The best I can do is less stories with less delay and less vomit.