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[caddyman]

A couple of days ago kneeshooter opined that he had somehow entered a parallel dimension on account of the fact his train turned up and then arrived on time for the first time in recorded history.

Simon, I think it was more a temporal transfer; you got the benefit and today I got the rebound. One of the good things about living in Sunny Chilly Clapham, is that the journey to work generally takes but ten minutes, station-to-station (was that Bowie?).

However, today I managed to listen to every track but Feel The Benefit on Deceptive Bends before arriving at my desk. This is normally a three track journey, not the majority of an album.

And to add insult to injury the tannoy at the station would give its little info-jingle from time to time, only to be followed by the deathly silence of an announcer not announcing.

Ah, early Winter commuting in London.

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[kneeshooter]

I had a pleasant London commute this morning. Two stops on the Circle Line. I was refereshed, fed and in work by 8... By 9:15 I'd finished LJ and email.

[oldnick.livejournal.com]

I think I entered that same parallel dimension yesterday for a while. I was waiting for a train from Coventry to Euston, initially announced on the displays as running eight minutes late. A few minutes later the displays changed to show it as running five minutes late, and sure enough it turned up five minutes late.

By the time we got to Euston we were three minutes early.

Mind you, the train back late at night made up for that, and managed despite a much slacker timetable to lose over 30 minutes between Watford Junction and Milton Keynes.