Good heavens, what a day. I'm on the usual 6.10 out of King's Cross to Peterborough and it's been a miserable day transport-wise.
As I write this I'm jammed into a table seat near the window surrounded by three of the fattest blokes you've seen. The bloke opposite is a ginger with short hair and beard. He's wearing a T-shirt that says 'Natural Born Lover' but he clearly isn't. He's taken up the whole table with his laptop, iPhone and iPod (why would you need both) plus glasses case and I'm fighting a losing battle for my fair share of foot space. He's watching some kind if film and is firmly in his bubble.
Chap next to me has a belly busting of of his shirt, a beard and he's so fat he can't put his legs together. He's sitting with them splayed out and his belly is so big he doesn't know what to do with his arms. There's no room at his side and if he folds them they sit on the top of his distended gut like a hospital bed tray. He's also wheezing like an asthmatic, which is probably because he is.
Chap diagonally opposite is not in my space, but he is very big. Legs stretched out with a laptop on his lap!
I was hoping they would all get off at Hitchin but they're still on at St Neots!
God I need a couple of pints. Wish Max was home, so I could go to the pub.
Tubes have been dreadful today. Signal problems on the Victoria Line and something wrong with the Jubilee Line as well. My train this morning was a horror. Couldn't get on one - platform and train were too packed - and the one I managed to squeeze on was rammed. It took half an hour for a journey that normally takes 10 mins. At every station those stupid Victoria Line doors kept giving error messages (not shut properly) so the train can't pull away. Since the new trains were introduced it has been a nightmare. If someone brushes the door as it's closing, the train can't start and the doors have to be opened and closed again. The train was so packed this morning that we had to open and close about five times at Oxford Circus.
At Green Park, some chap pushed his way on at the last minute, pushed another chap to make room and he crashed into someone else, starting a grumpy argument about rudeness. The bloke who started it all took the "I'm just an honest bloke trying to get into work" moral high ground, but then kept stirring it all up by saying (about five times) that people with bad attitude just made it worse for everyone.
I thought it would be better coming home, but it was almost as bad. Platform was packed, train was packed and everyone was thoroughly grumpy.
Anderson Morgan who comes in from Greenford each day had had an argument with a bus driver who didn't pull into the bay, shut the doors in his face and then refused to open them even though he was banging on the door. Because the bus was stuck in traffic, he walked down to the next bus stop and got on there. He asked her (the driver) why she didn't let him on and she said she was on the road. Anderson said she was, but wasn't moving, hadn't moved and should have pulled into the bay. She said he should write and complain if he wasn't happy. Anderson took the "I'm just an honest bloke trying to get into work" moral high ground, then said she was stupid. Davina and I both thought he'd overstepped the mark. He was winning until that own goal.
Think I might walk tomorrow.
As I write this I'm jammed into a table seat near the window surrounded by three of the fattest blokes you've seen. The bloke opposite is a ginger with short hair and beard. He's wearing a T-shirt that says 'Natural Born Lover' but he clearly isn't. He's taken up the whole table with his laptop, iPhone and iPod (why would you need both) plus glasses case and I'm fighting a losing battle for my fair share of foot space. He's watching some kind if film and is firmly in his bubble.
Chap next to me has a belly busting of of his shirt, a beard and he's so fat he can't put his legs together. He's sitting with them splayed out and his belly is so big he doesn't know what to do with his arms. There's no room at his side and if he folds them they sit on the top of his distended gut like a hospital bed tray. He's also wheezing like an asthmatic, which is probably because he is.
Chap diagonally opposite is not in my space, but he is very big. Legs stretched out with a laptop on his lap!
I was hoping they would all get off at Hitchin but they're still on at St Neots!
God I need a couple of pints. Wish Max was home, so I could go to the pub.
Tubes have been dreadful today. Signal problems on the Victoria Line and something wrong with the Jubilee Line as well. My train this morning was a horror. Couldn't get on one - platform and train were too packed - and the one I managed to squeeze on was rammed. It took half an hour for a journey that normally takes 10 mins. At every station those stupid Victoria Line doors kept giving error messages (not shut properly) so the train can't pull away. Since the new trains were introduced it has been a nightmare. If someone brushes the door as it's closing, the train can't start and the doors have to be opened and closed again. The train was so packed this morning that we had to open and close about five times at Oxford Circus.
At Green Park, some chap pushed his way on at the last minute, pushed another chap to make room and he crashed into someone else, starting a grumpy argument about rudeness. The bloke who started it all took the "I'm just an honest bloke trying to get into work" moral high ground, but then kept stirring it all up by saying (about five times) that people with bad attitude just made it worse for everyone.
I thought it would be better coming home, but it was almost as bad. Platform was packed, train was packed and everyone was thoroughly grumpy.
Anderson Morgan who comes in from Greenford each day had had an argument with a bus driver who didn't pull into the bay, shut the doors in his face and then refused to open them even though he was banging on the door. Because the bus was stuck in traffic, he walked down to the next bus stop and got on there. He asked her (the driver) why she didn't let him on and she said she was on the road. Anderson said she was, but wasn't moving, hadn't moved and should have pulled into the bay. She said he should write and complain if he wasn't happy. Anderson took the "I'm just an honest bloke trying to get into work" moral high ground, then said she was stupid. Davina and I both thought he'd overstepped the mark. He was winning until that own goal.
Think I might walk tomorrow.
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