That smacked in the face look shown by your photos brings back memories of Sunday excursion tickets when my three siblings and our mother would be off to Brighton for the day or workman's tickets in the days of school holidays at ungodly hours, accompanying my father down to Redhill where we would change for Nutfield and the houses he was helping to build with his carpentry skills. Also, I recall vividly an incident when I was waiting at Norwood Junction for the train to school at Waddon, a 4LAV rattled it's way at a fair lick through platform 4, the fast line, only to scream to a stop just past the signal box and a couple of minutes later come back into the platform where it was meant to stop as a semi-fast out of London Bridge. Against the regulations one must suppose, but needs must. They always looked to me as if one rail joint too many and they would fall to bits, but inside they were luxury personified, comfy seats and copious polished wood.