Strange Brew

[caddyman]

I am worried. It is a worry verging upon hysteria, nay terror. Why, you ask?

Well…

I was late leaving the athenaeum club. I have been late doing so every morning this week; motivation has been on the lack. A couple of times the London Underground has compounded the delay, as you may have noticed from my occasional restrained comments on the matter.

Today? Today was different.

I left home pretty much exactly at 9am when I should already be on the train in. I wandered down to the tube station and a train was just pulling in – Bank Branch, excellent. I sat down had a quick flick through the Metro and then dozed off as per usual despite a couple of girls talking across me in foreign ¹. I awoke at Euston on the dot and then wandered onto the Victoria Line and down to Victoria where I arrived just before 9.50. That means my journey took me around 40 minutes. It never takes 40 minutes at that time of day even when everything is working properly.

I fear that I have suffered an anti-X Files experience. Instead of the missing nine minutes, I have experienced a missing number of miles. I left home late and got in on time.

Stress-free; no hassles.

I need a lie down.



¹Very foreign it was, too. I am guessing from their colouration etc that they might have been Hungarian, though maybe Finnish. Anyway, I couldn’t make out the language or recognise any words. I doubt either girl suffers from much phlegm, even when she has a cold, given the amount of words they mangled their tonsils to pronounce.

Comments

[sack-boy.livejournal.com]

Have a look around you, a careful look. Have any of your, normally clean shaven, colleagues recently acquired goatee beards? Are the clocks running sdrawkcab?

Has someone taken control of the horizontal and the vertical?

Have you slipped beyond the outer limits?

[ysharros.livejournal.com]

You have either somehow reaped the rewards of commute-karma in a good way - or you did something bad and are being set up for a fall. Your choice. :-D