Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

It would be going too far to suggest that today’s journey in was a nightmare, but it certainly had elements of a cheese dream about it. Certainly the section between Euston and Victoria.

As we get closer to Christmas it seems that every primary school in north London has organised class trips to some event or spectacle in the centre. This means tube carriages crammed with squealing and over-excited school children during rush hour. Add to this the people who are already on holiday and taking the opportunity to transport as much luggage as possible at the busiest times…

Well.

For ten minutes too, we were held on the platform at Warren Street for reasons that were explained by the driver, but which were unintelligible on account of the public address system rendering everything as a facsimile of reverse Urdu piped through custard. I still don’t know why we were held there, much less why the doors remained closed for eight of those ten minutes despite people wanting to get on or off the train.

Mass transit by Dali.

The silly season is upon us again; all the odd little bits of news get sieved to the surface to fill newspaper columns, inconsequential items like the Israeli pull out from Gaza hide behind the enormity of Madge falling off her horse on her birthday, the Torygraph reports Cthuloid wars in and around Antarctica (courtesy princeofcairo, via pax_draconis). Yesterday the Times ran an article about growing spare faces in jars for when you need a face lift. They refrained from making a pun on Eleanor Rigby.

Times has attoned for this by forgetting to publish its T2 supplement – the important bit with the crossword and stuff, not to mention the telly listings – today, which makes me feel as though I should get a rebate on my 55p.

In the meantime, the members of the Athenaeum Club’s Thursday night role-play group have started emailing around Mouseketeer theme tune parodies based around the name of Yours Truly, just because I asked for a head count of who’s attending tomorrow.

And it’s hot.

It’s going to be a long day.