Things that are really not necessary at this time of year:
- Having the heating on inside buses.
Snow = Chaos
- Me: [describing my stupidly long journey in this morning to the girlfriend]
- Me: Got to Putney no probs, bus was fine
- Me: but trains were cancelled left right and centre
- Me: platform was heaving, couldn't get on first 2 trains
- Me: then they said next train wasn't for another 20mins, so I gave up
- Me: took me another 15-20mins to get OUT of the station
- Me: stairs were rammed, gates were rammed, foyer bit was rammed
- Me: tube was no probs at all, really
- Me: [The annoying thing is, I checked the website for Southwest Trains, and they weren't reporting too many problems. Whereas the Tube was severe delays. I turned up to the station and it was chaos.]
I’d probably be able to appreciate the snow in central London a lot better if it didn’t turn into an inch of slush and ice on the pavements, constantly threatening to break my neck with every step I take.
Although as yet I’ve yet to fall over. Tempting fate, what with being only halfway home, but so be it.
[NOTE: the predictive text on my phone had it as “tempting DAVE” first time round. Heh.]
OK, this post strike and series of delays are starting to get really annoying. It’s been going on and off throughout October, and has now dragged into November too. There are more 24-hour strikes planned for this Friday and next Monday, oh joy of joys.
There are a number of reasons I’m pissed off, to do with waiting for things through the post:
My new phone was posted from o2 last Sunday, and has yet to arrive. The charger has turned up (God knows why it was sent separately), but not the handset. And seeing as my current phone’s earpiece has gone, forcing me to use it it only on speakerphone, it’s tres annoying.
I signed up to a couple of magazine subscriptions pretty much on the day that the strikes and delays were announced, and as such have had to wait far too long for them to be delivered. Last week’s Economist just hasn’t turned up at all, and the Private Eye issue which was posted last Tuesday is similarly MIA. I’m tempted to go out and buy it instead, thus defeating the point of the subscription…
It’s the uncertainty that’s the problem. As I said above, the charger for my new phone has arrived, but not the handset. And this week’s Economist turned up super-speedily and bang on time. I’ve no idea when or even if to expect my other deliveries, and I’m rapidly losing faith in the postal service as a whole.
Sort it out, for fuck’s sake!
I’ve got a new pair of shoes and a new pair of trousers on today, and am feeling rather dapper.
Now, if only everything would stop rubbing in the wrong places!
This is the second day in a row that after-work drinks with friends have been cancelled at the last minute because the other party can’t make it. As it turns out, I spent the whole of yesterday afternoon in a restaurant and pub for work purposes, so wouldn’t have been much company anyway…
It’s just annoying that I’m trying to make the effort to keep up with my London circle of friends and make sure that we don’t drift apart, but still haven’t been able to see too many of them for a good while now.
It’s amazing how quickly you lose your fitness. This week has been my first with gym visits for nearly a month, and I can’t do as much as I used to.
My legs feel like jelly (that is extraordinarily heavy) after about 25 minutes on the treadmill, whereas a month ago I was doing 40 minutes without too many problems.
It’s more of a cardio thing, I think, as I was able to do almost as much on the weights as I did this time in April, and I’ll hopefully be back up to the old level pretty soon.
It doesn’t help that I’m averaging 5 hours of sleep each night!
