TWO posts in one day, surely not a good sign. Not a good sign for me anyhow. I knew I'd be punished for my earlier post.
After a monumentally long no. 8 bus journey to Liverpool St, as the Central Line was diabolical, I was still very calm for a first day back after a bank hol weekend. Until, I got down to the concourse to realise not only were the tubes going to let me down, but so were the trains.
Every now and then I hear the microphone make a muffling, like the train driver wants to announce something useful, but can't bring himself to lie to us. I think there should be a transparent screen so at least we could see the driver, I reckon I'd feel a bit sorry for him if I saw the despair on his face. We used to have this on the trams in France, it did lead to a lot of violent abuse from the general public, resulting in strikes...so maybe that is not our best option.
What annoys me, is at the beginning of this journey, the driver clearly, loudly and proudly announced our train, where it was going and that we'd be leaving soon. (I knew this was a lie as - I'd heard announcements before getting on train). Inevitably, No more than 2 minutes later, a mere shadow of this man made an announcement of signal problems - not that we really understood or heard it - it was that muffled and quiet. Dear driver, we can't get to you, so you may as well inform us of the delay and in a normal manner - at least we can inform our loved ones, or prepare for a journey of 'tuts' and 'pfffffts' in my case.
We have now moved from Stratford, speeding up slightly. Mr. 'born in a barn' comes through and leaves the door wide open. I shut it for him. Yes, I seem to have to remind you of train etiquette once again. Just shut the damn door! Everyone around the door look at each other with an empathetic smile, I merely have a look of death.
So were the tubes and trains related? Who knows. Olympic area related, of course!
We have since dribbled our way back to Essex, not one word from dear driver since Stratford telling us the delays are over...I'm pretty angsty, so is my lift home from the station.
Oh Greater Anglia, I was only gloating about you 6 hours ago. How fickle our relationship is...on the plus side I think I can just squeeze a delay and repay form out.
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