Morning of Doom and Gloom

[chaletian]

Well, this was a shit morning. I got to the station in plenty of time to discover that both the Metropolitan and Jubilee lines were partially suspended. For those who are not completely au fait with the tube, basically the only way for me to get from Preston Road to London Bridge with any kind of directness is, er, by the Metropolitan and Jubilee lines. So, I took the northbound train to Harrow-on-the-Hill, with the cunning intention of taking a mainline train straight to Marylebone, only one didn’t come, so I thought it might be wiser to take a southbound Met train to Baker Street and faff around a bit down there (also in the hope that the Jubilee line would get its act together). Well, that worked, but at Baker Street I couldn’t actually get on the Bakerloo platform, so had to walk to Regents Park to get the southbound Bakerloo. My cunning plan at that stage was to change at Waterloo, where the Jubilee line was supposed to resume southbound service, but it occurred to me that that was in fact a Bad Plan as everyone and his dog would be getting on plus inevitable huge delays. So I changed at Charing Cross instead and got the mainline train to London Bridge. And only 45 minutes late. Golly.

So having gone through all that palaver (and telephoning the centre where I was supposed to start my training course at 9.30), I shopped up at MSH only to be told that the course I was supposed to be on in fact started yesterday. So I had to go away. All hugely embarrassing. I want to go and cry in a toilet. I was quite tempted just to skive work completely, but that would be a Naughty Thing To Do, so I didn’t. But I stopped off at Starbucks on the way, on the basis that I damned well deserve nice breakfasty things.

I hate London Underground.