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Imagine the sight of the mysterious, shining, all silver South Wales Pullman gliding, almost silently, into Cardiff General Station en route for London Paddington. The doors are already open before it comes to a halt and a uniformed steward is standing at each one, a freshly laundered white linen cloth draped over their arms welcoming on board only the most important of first-class passengers for a silver-serviced breakfast. The likes of Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor, Stanley Baker, Shirley Bassey, Tom Jones and Honourable Members of Parliament traveling back to London after a weekend with family.
That really was a BRAND, a mystery to the holders of second-class tickets, and one to which they may wish to aspire. As a humble, lowly-ticketed student I waited patiently for the next, dowdy, over-heated diesel train.
Which company ran the South Wales Pullman? What was the symbol on the side of the carriages? It really didn't matter. Silver, mystery, the efficiency of the staff, white linen - they were the brand experience to the outsider. In reality, the operating company was the only one in the UK - British Rail and the symbol was probably the Design Research Unit's excellent there-and-back rail mark (still used to tell the UK where a railway station is, a testament to the power of that long-gone brand).
Years later I used the (non-sliver) Lancashire Pullman regularly from Crewe to London Euston, but the reality of sitting with overweight and pinstriped Mancunians eating huge fried breakfasts in one long, first-class tickets only restaurant-car train came nowhere near the unattainable, silver South Wales Pullman brand I'd conjured up in mind.