Train Pains and Incorrect Names

So I was on the train on my way to sunny Salford, minding my own business. Actually I was reading a book (Fiona McIntosh's Betrayal, Book 1 of a Trilogy) and a lovely woman was sat next to me (Not as lovely as the Hottest Girl on the Bus) but she was definately the hottest girl in my train carriage.

Where are we? I've gone off on a tangent.

Oh yeah...

Well I was minding my own business when I heard:

"Are we nearly there yet?" asked the curiously, drunk/drugged looking woman.

"Well we are at Salford Crescent now so we're close" replied a young lady.

"Oh yeah, its Salford Crescent, then Salford Central and then its Piccalily ain't it?"

Picca what? I thought...

"Yeah so we are pretty close to Piccalily then, that's good" mumbled the annoying drunken sot.

Well, I would just like to point out that unless you are on a train heading towards a sandwich spread then its Piccadilly you daft bint.

Regards,

Sammy.