…and so none of the trains worked. I don’t really resent that so much, after all there’s nothing more that an Englishman likes than a stiff upper lip in adversity. And I spoke to people on the train today. I know! Spoke! On the train! To be fair, it wasn’t moving, and we were stood up waiting for over an hour and they were mostly letting me know that since I’d finished my pasty, I was now the most appetising thing on the train (I’m just the messenger here), but still. Spoke! On the train!

Anyway, the main point is that we were stuck on that train for over an hour and no bastard told us anything. There were inaudible garblings over the general Waterloo tannoy but nothing for the saps stood around salivating over my extremities. That, in my less-than-humble opinion, is bullshit. They knew they weren’t going to be leaving anytime soon. They could have kept us updated, the driver was only sat on his arse failing at sudoku after all.

If I had any other bloody way of getting into work I’d seriously consider boycotting.

The least they can do is not run tomorrow either and then I can work from home.