Friday Night Gripes

Fuck you we are now non-stop

Let me see now. Is it me? Am I getting old and gnarled? Or is FGW deciding not to stop their train at intermediate stations because it is late something that should piss me off when I am on that train and want an intermediate station? They do this to arrive at the final destination on time and claim their reward from DfT. But without any fucking passengers! DfT, are you stupid???

Fuck you we’re electronic

And while I am at it, I send a letter Recorded Delivery with Royal Mail First Class and 4 days later it hasn’t arrived. I check the tracker and it tells me it is in Royal Mail’s system. No Fucking Shit Sherlock! So I ask “Sarah” my on-line assistant. “She” doesn’t just give me a crap answer – “she” changes the fucking question. No. I am not interested in the 2012 Olympic Games. Fuck off! What did I pay “you” 2 quid for???

And, while I’m in that mood…

And, to the electronic announcer at Temple Meads station. I know you are a computer. Don’t ask me how, but I do. Please do not tell me “I apologise for any inconvenience…” You do not have a self. You are not capable of remorse. Neither, it seems, are the bastards that decided to have you installed at the station.

Good night!