Monday, December 06, 2004
Can't Get There From Here. Not Today Anyway.
7.35 Doesn't stop. Rushes through with no lights on, presumably under the illusion that this makes it invisible to those waiting on the platform so they won't be cross about it.
8.13 Has disappeared. No one knows where it is. Well excuse me, but HOW do you lose a train? I know we only get two carriages at the best of times, but they are quite sizeable items. A train is not something that can slip down the back of the sofa or be hiding behind a tree.
It isn't the first time FNW have 'lost' one either, maybe they are trialing a prototype cloaking device for the Klingons? They are there, we just don't have the technology to see them. I wouldn't be surprised to discover they were in league with some evil empire.
All this means no music this morning. Instead, it means having to share a taxi with 5 fellow 'rail users' and the fear of polite conversation. Tell you what though, driving into work is rubbish. After what seems like an eternity we are only just the far side of PoshTown. Stopping every few hundred yards. Might as well. Be on. A bus.
The Dinner-Time Sanity Restoring List:
Cannonball - Damien Rice
Winter - Tori Amos
You Cut Her Hair - Tom McRae
An Open Book - Stephen Duffy
All My Life - Rosie Thomas
Verdi Cries - 10,000 Maniacs
Try Not To Breathe - REM
The Optimist - Turin Brakes
8.13 Has disappeared. No one knows where it is. Well excuse me, but HOW do you lose a train? I know we only get two carriages at the best of times, but they are quite sizeable items. A train is not something that can slip down the back of the sofa or be hiding behind a tree.
It isn't the first time FNW have 'lost' one either, maybe they are trialing a prototype cloaking device for the Klingons? They are there, we just don't have the technology to see them. I wouldn't be surprised to discover they were in league with some evil empire.
All this means no music this morning. Instead, it means having to share a taxi with 5 fellow 'rail users' and the fear of polite conversation. Tell you what though, driving into work is rubbish. After what seems like an eternity we are only just the far side of PoshTown. Stopping every few hundred yards. Might as well. Be on. A bus.
The Dinner-Time Sanity Restoring List:
Cannonball - Damien Rice
Winter - Tori Amos
You Cut Her Hair - Tom McRae
An Open Book - Stephen Duffy
All My Life - Rosie Thomas
Verdi Cries - 10,000 Maniacs
Try Not To Breathe - REM
The Optimist - Turin Brakes
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