I was found myself sat opposite Liverpudlian actress Margi Clarke (Letter to Brezhnev, Benidorm) on a Liverpool to Euston train in early October 1987. I thought she was familiar but was unsure who she was. She travelled with two people, one of whom was American and male. I recall at some point Clarke ordered a Bloody Mary from the buffet car. Her behaviour was what you might describe as "loud" throughout the trip, but not unappealing. I think she saw it as her job to entertain the carriage. I spent most of the journey in silence, nervously fidgeting with my Sony Walkman and various cassette tapes. At one point Clarke leaned forward and enquired of me:
"Is this a Pullman mate? "
I replied that 'I didn't know", largely because I was unaware of what constituted a "Pullman", not through some sheer ignorance of the train layout. Some weeks later
I became aware of Clarke on a nearby TV screen in some serial, perhaps involving workers coming out on strike. This was roughly the same time as the Kings Cross fire.