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Date: 10 December 2003 23:00:00
if the current situation is meant to be your oh-so-sublte way of trying to inculcate some patience and long-suffering into me, IT AIN'T BLOODY WORKING.
Yes, I KNOW I should not indulge fantasies of taking the board of directors of Arriva Trains, stripping them naked and forcing them to walk through the centre of a mediaeval town bearing placards with the words "We are the scum of the earth" on them. Nor should entertain thoughts of turning up at the MD's house and force feeding him the shredded remains of train tickets and abandoned copies of "Metro".
But, you see, God, Arriva Trains are rubbish. I mean, truly rubbish. It doesn't actually take a genius to work out that if, say, at certain times of the day more people use the trains than at others then you should provide enough rolling stock to satisfy the demand.
But what do we have? At 2 in the afternoon, when there are four people on the train, it is two coaches long. Yet, at 8 in the morning (during that thing called the "Rush Hour"), when there are 57,364 trying to get on the train, I think two coaches is a little inadequate. Especially when the train is already 20 minutes late and we've been standing there in the cold.
This is not rocket science, people.