Categories: ramblings
Date: 28 May 2008 13:06:34
I hate Transport for London.
For lo! it took me an hour and twenty minutes to do what is allegedly a 45 minute journey, door to door.
Got to the station, hopped on the Central Line.
“All trains being held in platform due to an object on the track at Marble Arch.”
“No worries,” thinks me, “I shall wend my merry way to the Jubilee Line, there to take my repose on a lovely comfy seat and terrorise my fellow passengers by reading the Bible.*”
So far, so fine. As we pulled into Bond Street, the driver came over the intercom.
“Nice of the control centre to let me know, but Bond Street has been closed and evacuated, this train will be non-stopping at Bond Street.”
Bond Street was the station I needed to get off at.
Off at the next Stop, Baker St, changed onto the Bakerloo, down to Oxford Circus.
Walked into the office at 0905, instead of, if everything had gone to plan, about half past eight.
I'm spotting a theme, with regard to public transport companies, namely how much I loathe them. Clearly I should travel everywhere by dog sled.
*currently four days ahead of schedule on my “read the Bible in a year” plan.