Doing one of the many guards turns that I have clocked up this year, on one of the 1940's weekends. The train arrives at Bridgnorth at 5.23 p.m., with what will become the last train back to Kidderminster Town. I went to retrive my tail lamp, and watched the train before me, leave. As I arrived back at the van, I was stopped by one of the station staff. "Ian," he said, "I'm glad I have found you." "Oh?" I replied, knowing full well I did not owe him any money, so it must be serious. "This gentleman does have a ticket, " he went on to explain, "but it is not with him." "Right," "It is with his wife on the train infront." "Go on," I said, now struggling to contain my laughter, "Or shouldn't I ask." "It's bnothing serious," replied the passenger, holding two Carry outs of beer, "There was no one in the buffet car on the train we came in on, and we didn't fancy a dry trip back, so, I thought we had time, put the missus and the kids on the train with my ticket, and went to the pub for a carry out, only, I didn't have time you see." I did see, but neither of us could keep a traight face when I told my ticket inspector, I did how ever manage to ongratulate him on doing what most other men would love to but never dare, in putting beer before his Wife and his marridge! I am not sure what happened to him after that, I have not heard and reports of the Railwaymans Arms causing any divorces, so I can only assume that his wife found the whole situation as ammusing as we did!