Another feather in the cap of crap southeastern.

So I am only updating this blog when southeastern make me late. Its midweek and this is my second entry. Not even 50% of my journeys have been successful.
You better pull it out of the bag for the second part of the week southeastern.
We were delayed today due to a slower train in front of us, so that I can understand a bit I suppose its not like it can pull over and let us pass.
But to add insult to injury, when we get to Ashford the train sits outside the station for 10 minutes waiting. I can see my home let me off please….
When you look around you can see the other commuters dying a little when you look into their eyes. So I think I might start keeping a time log of how much longer I spend on the train compared to the southeastern timetable which I think is really a work of fiction by Terry Pratchett.

Already

so on day one of my blog southeastern have done it again.
The earlier train that I do not usually get unless I run to the station, has been cancelled. I had a bonus because I didn't run today.
But it means the train is already packed and we haven't called at London Bridge yet.
Just another well done for a terrible service southeastern

Cunning Plan

Monday 22nd Feb first day of the week the train was late 5 minutes into Cannon Street today.
The great excuse was congestion in the London bridge area. What did someone think this morning I will take my own train in. Which throws the whole planning out. where did these extra trains that cause congestion come from?

So talking to a work college Richard he told me of a cunning plan. When the train is late and the guard comes round on the train to check tickets. Don't show him your ticket just look at him and then you watch. When is repeats "tickets please" say "well you can wait (XX insert late running of train here) minutes like I have to" and go back to reading your paper, doing Sudoku or whatever you are doing. Repeat until he goes away or it escalates to the point of violence.

My journey

So I commute everyday into London from Ashford.


Its a fair old journey but like thousands of others I do it to keep a roof over my head.

For the pleasure of being held captive by southeastern I have to part with nearly £400 a month.

You might ask “for that kind of money he must have a great service” well nearly. I have a train that turns up unless its snowing or a bit wet or just too hot. Every now and then it manages to keep to the timetable. Even though the timetable has had 10 minutes of slack slipped into it as a winter timetable they still find it hard to hit that target.

I manage to get a seat on the way to work as I am one of the first stops. I always feel sorry for the people that get on at the stops past Tonbridge it’s a gamble if they get a seat. Coming home I have to stand for at least the first 3 stops not a problem until you are recovering from a broken foot. Still shouldn’t complain. Oh no hang on yeah complain vent spleen and bitch that’s what I set this blog up to do.

There will be more.