Bollocks. I rode a BR train twice a day between Coventry and London in 1982, and I now yearn for those days of clean, quiet, fast, timely trains. Breakfast in the buffet car in the morning, comfy padded seats on he way home.
Would that the Long Island Rail Road, the boil on the backside of commuter rail, could come close to that sort of service.
They may not have Brainsmacked Glaswegians, but the Long Island Rail Road customers could give them a run for their money in terms of stench, mess and rudeness.
Plus, the trains take longer to do the 40 miles between Deer Park and NYC than BR did to do the 110 miles between Coventry and London Euston.
Plus the LIRR breaks down more. Even the newly replaced bits break down almost as soon as they are switched on (see: New signals, non-damp-proof wiring of)
Plus the LIRR trains move more like the Seaview did in Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea, hurling people from side-to-side. Fall asleep in a BR train and all that would happen would be sleep. Fall asleep on the 6:04 from Atlantic Terminal to Ronkonkoma and you'll wake up with whiplash, and if you are seated next to a window, a concussion.
Plus, only one electrical socket, for cleaning equipment.
Still I shouldn't complain: The designer of the new trains finally figured out how to keep the lights on when the train crosses a switch or parks for one of the interminable delays that are the hallmark of the LIRR rider experience. For twenty years I carried a small flashlight so I didn't have to stop reading my book for five minutes here and there.