This taken from the thread "just a spark" another helpful VT person.
I put up the full story, now on page two of this general discussion
The Voyager made rather heavy weather of its journey to Birmingham New St, with frequent slow running through the West Midlands suburbs. Near Wolverhampton, a Virgin conductor appeared and asked for a show of hands as to where we were all headed. As she helpfully took tallies of heads and final destinations, she stated that she would now contact Virgin control, who would allocate taxis onwards to final ticket destinations from Birmingham New St. Our late-night welfare looked promising as a fellow lady passenger from Holyhead explained that she was travelling alone to Deal in Kent. 'Would they put me up overnight in a Birmingham Travelodge', she asked me. All this because of a stray spark from a steam locomotive!
On the slow crawl down into New St, our conductress reappeared. There was to be a change of plan, she announced. We were to travel on the 22.53 stopping train to Northampton, remarking that it would be 'with another train operator'. 'How long would that take?,' asked another weary passenger from Holyhead. 'Another train operator' brought the predicable response from the Virgin girl, 'I really don't know'. The 22.53 to Northampton was a London Midland Desiro, already filled to capacity with well-dressed Saturday night-revellers. Their West Midlands laughter and smiles as they headed out to Coventry clubland was in complete contrast to the gloomy faces of the North Wales passengers, staring out into the darkness, clutching their luggage.
What would await us at Northampton? The promised taxis, or abandonment? We, 'the problem,' had been moved onto another train operator. As we left Birmingham New St, I couldn't resist a wry smile, for through the gloomy tunnels I could smell Great Western left-over smoke. Lovely! The Swindon duo, going back to Tyseley depot, must have been just ahead. Northampton was reached at just before midnight. This station, like Crewe, was locked up as our LM driver gathered his bag and headed for the crew room. Asked about where we should go now, he just shrugged his shoulders, saying he was 'just the driver'. A Deganwy lady and her mother got angry with him as the crew door slammed in their faces.