The excitement that was my day.

[caddyman]

Thanks to work I missed the opportunity to go and watch the new Barry Otter movie half price in the West End. I haven't been to the movies for a few months and whilst I'm not the greatest fan of the Childe Wizarde a little escapist fantasy wouldn't have gone amiss.

Just another reason to despise THAT WOMAN. Roll on the next cabinet reshuffle, I say.

As it was, I left the office at 7.30 and got back to Whetstone a little less than an hour later. One helping of fish and chips later, I collapsed in front of the telly to watch Rome, now I have an hour to burn before LOST on E4.

I'm still tired - this despite oversleeping this morning by an hour. The alarm on my phone went off, and then the alarm radio. I recall wondering why the radio had gone quiet, but it does that sometimes so I wasn't unduly worried. I looked at the clock, and it must have been almost exactly an hour after I'd looked last time. I noticed the minute hand but the hour hand didn't register, so I pootled around for a while before something in the back of my head said 'Hold on a minute...'

Didn't know I could shift as fast as I did when the penny belatedly dropped. Cripes.

Still, the Tube was nice and quiet and I managed to get into the office only 40 minutes late...

Note to self, however. When someone at work tells you that the southbound interchange at Warren Street is better than that at Euston don't listen to them. It's rubbish.

It's a bit whiffy outside tonight. It must be the last of the smoke plume from Hemel Hempstead, which reportedly has been hanging over the city since Sunday, but which I have yet to notice.

That is all.

Comments

[failing-angel.livejournal.com]

I collapsed in front of the telly to watch Rome

Pollo is turning into one % my favourite characters.

tube

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

As annoyingly inept as I remember London Transport being, from my 10.5 years there, it is infinitely better than the almost non-existent public transport system in Southern California. I never encountered "steamers" (are they still called that?) on the tube, but you can't wait at a bus stop here in San Bernardino without being pestered by the scum of "society" (and I use that word ironically). At one time, this city was the 7th most violent in America, and I work in its grubby underbelly, with an office window looking onto sunny 5th St, Vagrantsville. Wherever the creme de la creme of civilisation lives, San Bernardino ain't it.

Southern California is not noted for its system of bustling public transport. Bus drivers are dismissively rude when they finally turn up, and the sinister, inarticulate, hooded youths lurking in the seat behind you may knife you or play horrifying rap music in your ear. I don't know which is worse. I've only been driving since 1997, and I 'cycled everywhere before that. I look back with some nostalgia on the years during which I could get from one end of London's sprawl to t'other in about an hour, on a smelly but swift tube train that was hindered only by someone's lackadaisical attitude, and not by dratted traffic.

Still, I agree with your complaints about the Northern Line. It is clearly as worthless now as it was in the eighties, and I remember the London Standard constantly rubbishing it.