Showing posts with label Ranting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ranting. Show all posts

Monday, 12 January 2009

Joys of the London Underground (Part 2)

Joys of the London Underground (Part 2)

Like they say in Singapore... "Can die" .. this expression aptly captures what I felt this evening!

Left the office at 5.30 as boss was not in, so thought, alright will be home around 6.30 or 7pm but ....so, left the office at 5.30, caught the train and then driver announced that there were no trains between Aldgate and Wemberley. This was fine as the train I was on was going to Wemberley, so no problems there, right? Wrong! Halfway through, another announcement... this time that the train wasn't going to Wemberley, only stopping at Wilsden Green. So how, got off the train to wait for the next train that would go to either Wemberley or beyond. Took that, and then changed at Wemberley for the train home. That itself was another challenge as train only moved a bit because of signal failure elsewhere, someone got sick on another train, oh the excuses they made.... so finally got home 2 hours later again. Sigh... this time not my fault but courtesy of the London Underground!

Friday, 9 January 2009

The Joys of London Underground

The Joys of the London Underground - The Tube

Last Friday it took me 2 hours to get home from work. Why? Well, to start from the beginning... since I started work, I have been driving to South Ruislip station, parking there and taking the tube. Parking at the station costs me £83 a month. It's so expensive but what can I do? Then during the Xmas hols, we went into town and Pat parked at a different station. It was only £2 a day which means £40 a month, a saving of £43. Wow! So from last Monday onwards, parked at this different station taking a different route to work. Halfway through I have to change trains to get to my destination. So back to my story. Left work and where I was supposed to change trains to get home, there was a train on the other platform waiting. I just jumped in without even thinking of looking at the destination as I have always been lucky the last 4 days. Then halfway through the journey after the driver had closed the door, he said train was going to Amersham. S*** I thought... and the worst thing was that this was a semi express train, which did not stop at the next station. It only stopped like 5 stations away. Mumbling and scolding myself under my breath, made my way to the opposite platform to wait for the train to get home. Haiz... moral of the story? Look that the board before boarding. Kekeke!

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