It all started when a train rolled into Queen Street station for a routine refueling. But instead of a gentle top-up, the diesel somehow turned into a flamethrower. A three-car diesel unit, which sounds like a boring bit of machinery, decided it wanted to be a rolling barbecue.
The fire spread from the train up into the station’s iconic glass-and-iron arch roof. You know, the one that’s supposed to be a symbol of Victorian engineering. It became a symbol of “we are all going to be late, forever.” The heat was so intense that the glass began to pop and shatter like a giant champagne tower at a really depressing party.
