Just in case you think being in the media is nothing but Glamour with a capital G, I spent a lot of this week hanging out at the worst train stations in Victoria, as rated by commuters in a major survey conducted by the RACV.
Aircraft station, near Laverton and Point Cook, was rated the very worst in the survey two years ago but is now only the third-worst (although rated lower, in a points score, by disgruntled customers).
Ruthven, only a few kilometres north of where I work and live in Fitzroy, is also top three terrible, so I went up there to have a look and chat with some locals.
(As part of trying to make the story sing, I did some research and found out that Ruthven was opened in the same week that The Beatles played at the Cavern Club in Liverpool for the 275th and final time. The Great Train Robbery happened in Britain, that week, and Lee Harvey Oswald was arrested then released in New Orleans, pre-the Kennedy assassination. Big week: First week of August, 1963. Look it up.)
I also visited some of the best stations in the city, like Bentleigh, but where is the adventure in that?
The story is slated to be in Royal Auto magazine in a month or so, I believe.