London Underground

Before the Olympics I remember saying, “I’ll be really furious if the trains run perfectly right through the Olympics, because it’ll prove they can do it when they want to.” And guess what? The trains ran perfectly throughout both the Olympics and the Paralympics because they knew they couldn’t afford the bad publicity.

My turn on ‘lates’ last night. Not too bad, they were just pouring some columns and other ‘verts’ and I left about 7.30 when they were washing the concrete skip out.

Planning on watching the Bradford game, I ended up spending 1 hour and 45 minutes sitting on a train at Moor Park Station, just one stop (but about a 1½ hour’s walk) from home.

It’s not the driver’s fault. They’re obviously not feeding him the information, so he can’t tell you anything. If I knew I was going to be there for 3 hours I could make a decision, likewise if I knew it was to only be a 5 minute stop. But you just can’t shake the feeling that if you get out and start hoofing it, the train will leave as soon as you’ve hit the road.

At least we were on a train and not on a freezing platform, and I was with Keith, one of the slinger/signallers from work, and he proved to be good company.

But that never happened during the Olympics.