Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

For the first time in my life I am on strike. It's only a one day strike and I doubt it will have much effect, but it is important to let HM Government know that there is a groundswell of annoyance within the service.

This demonstration of annoyance will doubtless be undermined by a low turn out.

I shall be wandering off to the Imperial War Museum shortly. With any luck it will be open and not closed due to a bunch of work-shy slackers taking a day off to disrupt things.

I made it into work after all. After an exciting half hour this morning smoking cigarettes, sloshing back blackcurrant squash and franticly refreshing the Transport for London webpage during which time stations opened and closed and opened again like slots on a tic-tac board, and the Victoria Line was stated variously as part suspended, good service or severe delays.

The Northern Line of course, was subject to severe delays, but that’s just par for the course, its default setting.

I waited until the auguries seemed best, and the open/closed station, good service/severe delays/part suspended ratio was optimal and made a dash for it. Or rather a rapid hobble, since I am still being broken in by my new boots. Shame really, I would have liked to have gone back to bed for an hour or so.

Basking in the kudos of getting into the office when everyone thought I’d stay at home, I think I shall now spend those brownie points earned by writing more character sheets for NWO; or at least finishing what I started yesterday.

If I can get it finished before I disappear off home luxuriously early (blame the tube strike), I can decide whether or not to waste time watching the first episode of Life on Mars¹ on BBC1 tonight. Sounds interesting, if perhaps a little complex.


¹A new series featuring a police detective in charge of a serious crime unit who is knocked unconscious in a car crash in 2006 and wakes up on the same spot, but in 1973. He is still expected to work in the serious crime unit, but under a thuggish boss, obsolete methodology and nightmare fashions. He has to do with out computers and his mobile and try to work out whether or not he is awake and insane, still unconscious and hallucinating, or actually really and truly back in 1973.