On the purely railway side, my memories are largely of the 80s and 90s. No steam-time stuff at all.
For me, Woking is mostly the "Heathrow bus pick-up and put-down point." People like myself, ariving from overseas and having destinations in southern England would climb, jet-lagged, at 7 a.m.-ish, onto the comfortable coach and doze their way to Woking. Or, the reverse procedure, headed home.

The "airport-bus-side" of the station boasted the pre-war art-deco frontage, curved walls of brick plus concrete slabbery and flag poles. Not entirely unpleasing. I still have a British Railways "No Smoking" poster filched from the Bus Waiting Room.
A pedestrian tunnel could take you through to the "shop-side" of town. Inside the station was a concrete footbridge joining the platforms or you could use the baggage/parcels bridge with elevators if you were burdened or handicapped.

The latter served me, when taking a series of pictures for a friend here in Canada who was about to model the station. He did it and did it beautifully. One of the "glasshouse" signal box photos that I took from this bridge is included here. That box is now a listed building I believe!
Gone now is the extensive system of sidings on the 'down' side which I remember being used in the 80s by the permanent-way-department people. Long lines of Walrussy-type wagons and huge piles of crushed stone, all waiting no doubt, for weekends when the PW folk could create their havoc.

I do remember the station announcer's voice warning passengers to stand back when a fast train was approaching - "beam me back Scotty - let me see a Merc. or a Nellie with twelve bogies on doing that.........."

Well, that's Woking.