Monday night I was working a bit late.
I got to London Bridge to get the 6:50 train to Ashford, and surprise surprise it was late.
There was no real info about what was going on, as per usual.
Not even an announcement on the 190 decibel speakers they have at London Bridge.
( I would hate to live in one of the flats around there, hearing the drab dull voice of someone saying the blah blah to blah blah is ready to depart on platform 5 in a really loud tinny voice would drive me slowly mad. I think I would get a sniper rifle and take out those speakers at night. Mind you I wouldn't be at the mercy of total waste of time Southeastern.)
The info ( I use the term loosely ) board just had it expected at 6:58 that time came and went no train ah well it should be here soon. I wandered off and had a stroll around looking at the other sad faces standing around waiting to get out of their own little hell. By the time I got back to the board the train had disappeared. Gone like it was never there. Did I go into a coma and miss it I thought. Followed by mother f^&kers they have done it again.
I went off to find one of the helpful guards that hang around to ask where my train went? did it take a wrong turn and get lost?
The very enlightening answer I received was "Err well the 7:19 will be along soon".
What kind of answer is that I ask you. Absolutely bloody useless.
Still on the 7:19 I got to meet some fellow blogger complainers of the Southeastern kind.
i am terribly sorry I have forgotten your name. Comment and I will update if you want to be name checked,
Maybe we should come up for a name for a group of unsatisfied Southeastern commuters.
A gripe of commuters, A Clea of commuters Ideas on a postcard please.
Nick.
