Many, many years ago, whilst enjoying a particularly hot coffee in the cafe of Stafford station ("This is Stafford, this is Stafford" - the announcer would always say), I overheard two women talking about one of them visiting London the week before.
"Well, we caught the train here and it was direct in to London", says one.
"Oh, that's good. Which station in London did it arrive at?", t'other replies.
"Oh, you know, the station that begins in H. Oh what's its name? You know it, the one that begins with H".
Between slips I'm thinking to myself, trying to recall a mainline station in London that begins, with the letter H...and for the life of me I'm not getting anywhere...
"Begins in H. Hmmm, let me think", says the t'other one, "H...H...H.."
I can see their brains twirling.
"Oh, that's the one", says the first woman finally remembering,"Houston, that was the station's name. Oh yes, Houston, the train came in to Houston!"
Is was a good job I had no coffee in my mouth...