With the new stations of the Wolverhampton-Walsall line behind me (the WolWal Line? Wolvall?) I shifted from one side of New Street to the other. It was in a state of low-level chaos; a problem with the lines going south had caused a huge backlog of delays and cancellations. Dejected passengers lined the platforms waiting for trains that wouldn't come. My own, tiny, local train was delayed by twenty minutes, and as it passed the losers standing by I sank down in my seat so it wouldn't look like I was revelling in my good fortune.We rose up out of the tunnel, giving us a great view of the HS2 station slowly coming together at Curzon Street. That exact same day Heidi Alexander had stood up and announced that everything would be late and expensive and also, not as good as it was meant to be, and I looked at that vast swathe of concrete and workmen and trucks and diggers and wondered exactly when I'd be able to stand outside it and take a sign selfie. If, indeed, I could still stand at…
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