Packed tight as anchovies in a good olive oil, we were chugging our way from Freo to the city, when suddenly the lights went out. The train was plunged into darkness. Plunged I tell you, because that’s what often happens when lights go out. One plunges. There was some garbled nonsense about technical issues on the Armadale line that would apparently force passengers to alight at East Perth and – hang on I thought, is this the ‘Taking of Pelham 123’ all over again – were we now at the mercy of an as yet unknown terror threat? Not as crazy a conclusion as it sounds.  We’d just heard the Crows had suddenly been forced to flee their…