I no longer commute into London as I've returned to uni. I still read this thread though as it gives me kicks to see what I'm missing out on! Sorry all.
I no longer commute into London as I've returned to uni. I still read this thread though as it gives me kicks to see what I'm missing out on! Sorry all.
I no longer commute into London as I've returned to uni. I still read this thread though as it gives me kicks to see what I'm missing out on! Sorry all.
Just wait until you finish Uni and get a job up town Canters! You'll be fuming again in no time!
I no longer commute into London as I've returned to uni. I still read this thread though as it gives me kicks to see what I'm missing out on! Sorry all.
You'll be back. You'll finish Uni,and get a great job that you're really excited about in Central London.
A week after starting your new job, everyone in your office will be slagging you off behind your back 'cos you've been late everyday and when you tell them it's because of disruption caused by a signal failure at Erith they just laugh in your face.
You spend the next month trying to redeem your reputation by getting the first train of the day, but still end up being late for work due to a sustained spell of "extreme weather" (light rain and a couple of clouds).
A month further on and South Eastern decide to invoke the infamous "emergency timetable", in response to rumours that strong gales in the Caribbean may lead to the temperature in the South East of England dropping by up to 1C. You start going home from work every evening, having a shower and then turning around and leaving for work again in the hope that allowing 14 hours to get in from Kent will be sufficient to negate even the severest of delays.
By this point you've started drinking heavily, you've forgotten what it's like to have a normal night's sleep and you're on a formal warning at work after assaulting a colleague who innocently asked you "how was your journey into work this morning?". You hate your job, you hate your colleagues, you hate yourself.
Things come to a head around 6 months in, when, after 4 consecutive trains are cancelled on your morning journey due to a displaced train crew and excessive daylight, you are arrested after dragging a train driver from his cabin and attempting to drive the train yourself. The arresting officer claims that he found you naked in the driver's cabin, singing "Come Along and Ride This Train" by Johnny Cash.
Faced with a 6 year prison sentence, you plead not guilty on the grounds of diminished responsibility, and are instead detained indefinitely at Maudsley Psychiatric Hospital.
I no longer commute into London as I've returned to uni. I still read this thread though as it gives me kicks to see what I'm missing out on! Sorry all.
You'll be back. You'll finish Uni,and get a great job that you're really excited about in Central London.
A week after starting your new job, everyone in your office will be slagging you off behind your back 'cos you've been late everyday and when you tell them it's because of disruption caused by a signal failure at Erith they just laugh in your face.
You spend the next month trying to redeem your reputation by getting the first train of the day, but still end up being late for work due to a sustained spell of "extreme weather" (light rain and a couple of clouds).
A month further on and South Eastern decide to invoke the infamous "emergency timetable", in response to rumours that strong gales in the Caribbean may lead to the temperature in the South East of England dropping by up to 1C. You start going home from work every evening, having a shower and then turning around and leaving for work again in the hope that allowing 14 hours to get in from Kent will be sufficient to negate even the severest of delays.
By this point you've started drinking heavily, you've forgotten what it's like to have a normal night's sleep and you're on a formal warning at work after assaulting a colleague who innocently asked you "how was your journey into work this morning?". You hate your job, you hate your colleagues, you hate yourself.
Things come to a head around 6 months in, when, after 4 consecutive trains are cancelled on your morning journey due to a displaced train crew and excessive daylight, you are arrested after dragging a train driver from his cabin and attempting to drive the train yourself. The arresting officer claims that he found you naked in the driver's cabin, singing "Come Along and Ride This Train" by Johnny Cash.
Faced with a 6 year prison sentence, you plead not guilty on the grounds of diminished responsibility, and are instead detained indefinitely at Maudsley Psychiatric Hospital.
I no longer commute into London as I've returned to uni. I still read this thread though as it gives me kicks to see what I'm missing out on! Sorry all.
You'll be back. You'll finish Uni,and get a great job that you're really excited about in Central London.
A week after starting your new job, everyone in your office will be slagging you off behind your back 'cos you've been late everyday and when you tell them it's because of disruption caused by a signal failure at Erith they just laugh in your face.
You spend the next month trying to redeem your reputation by getting the first train of the day, but still end up being late for work due to a sustained spell of "extreme weather" (light rain and a couple of clouds).
A month further on and South Eastern decide to invoke the infamous "emergency timetable", in response to rumours that strong gales in the Caribbean may lead to the temperature in the South East of England dropping by up to 1C. You start going home from work every evening, having a shower and then turning around and leaving for work again in the hope that allowing 14 hours to get in from Kent will be sufficient to negate even the severest of delays.
By this point you've started drinking heavily, you've forgotten what it's like to have a normal night's sleep and you're on a formal warning at work after assaulting a colleague who innocently asked you "how was your journey into work this morning?". You hate your job, you hate your colleagues, you hate yourself.
Things come to a head around 6 months in, when, after 4 consecutive trains are cancelled on your morning journey due to a displaced train crew and excessive daylight, you are arrested after dragging a train driver from his cabin and attempting to drive the train yourself. The arresting officer claims that he found you naked in the driver's cabin, singing "Come Along and Ride This Train" by Johnny Cash.
Faced with a 6 year prison sentence, you plead not guilty on the grounds of diminished responsibility, and are instead detained indefinitely at Maudsley Psychiatric Hospital.
06.08 Faversham to Cannon St diverted to Blackfriars, took just over 2 hours, not good when you spent Sunday drinking copious amounts of ale, resulting in the Ertha Kitt's this morning, that 2 hours seemed like a lifetime.
Anyone using Bexleyheath line don't even f ing bother. Trespasser at Kidbrooke has bought the line to a complete shut and now stranded in one of the nicest parts of SE London...fucking joy.....
I no longer commute into London as I've returned to uni. I still read this thread though as it gives me kicks to see what I'm missing out on! Sorry all.
You'll be back. You'll finish Uni,and get a great job that you're really excited about in Central London.
A week after starting your new job, everyone in your office will be slagging you off behind your back 'cos you've been late everyday and when you tell them it's because of disruption caused by a signal failure at Erith they just laugh in your face.
You spend the next month trying to redeem your reputation by getting the first train of the day, but still end up being late for work due to a sustained spell of "extreme weather" (light rain and a couple of clouds).
A month further on and South Eastern decide to invoke the infamous "emergency timetable", in response to rumours that strong gales in the Caribbean may lead to the temperature in the South East of England dropping by up to 1C. You start going home from work every evening, having a shower and then turning around and leaving for work again in the hope that allowing 14 hours to get in from Kent will be sufficient to negate even the severest of delays.
By this point you've started drinking heavily, you've forgotten what it's like to have a normal night's sleep and you're on a formal warning at work after assaulting a colleague who innocently asked you "how was your journey into work this morning?". You hate your job, you hate your colleagues, you hate yourself.
Things come to a head around 6 months in, when, after 4 consecutive trains are cancelled on your morning journey due to a displaced train crew and excessive daylight, you are arrested after dragging a train driver from his cabin and attempting to drive the train yourself. The arresting officer claims that he found you naked in the driver's cabin, singing "Come Along and Ride This Train" by Johnny Cash.
Faced with a 6 year prison sentence, you plead not guilty on the grounds of diminished responsibility, and are instead detained indefinitely at Maudsley Psychiatric Hospital.
I no longer commute into London as I've returned to uni. I still read this thread though as it gives me kicks to see what I'm missing out on! Sorry all.
You'll be back. You'll finish Uni,and get a great job that you're really excited about in Central London.
A week after starting your new job, everyone in your office will be slagging you off behind your back 'cos you've been late everyday and when you tell them it's because of disruption caused by a signal failure at Erith they just laugh in your face.
You spend the next month trying to redeem your reputation by getting the first train of the day, but still end up being late for work due to a sustained spell of "extreme weather" (light rain and a couple of clouds).
A month further on and South Eastern decide to invoke the infamous "emergency timetable", in response to rumours that strong gales in the Caribbean may lead to the temperature in the South East of England dropping by up to 1C. You start going home from work every evening, having a shower and then turning around and leaving for work again in the hope that allowing 14 hours to get in from Kent will be sufficient to negate even the severest of delays.
By this point you've started drinking heavily, you've forgotten what it's like to have a normal night's sleep and you're on a formal warning at work after assaulting a colleague who innocently asked you "how was your journey into work this morning?". You hate your job, you hate your colleagues, you hate yourself.
Things come to a head around 6 months in, when, after 4 consecutive trains are cancelled on your morning journey due to a displaced train crew and excessive daylight, you are arrested after dragging a train driver from his cabin and attempting to drive the train yourself. The arresting officer claims that he found you naked in the driver's cabin, singing "Come Along and Ride This Train" by Johnny Cash.
Faced with a 6 year prison sentence, you plead not guilty on the grounds of diminished responsibility, and are instead detained indefinitely at Maudsley Psychiatric Hospital.
Thank fuck I decided to go for a pint instead of heading home/going to the footy. Ok I never considered going to the footy. There pints of Timothy taylor in and the night is feeling better
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Note: train was packed by new eltham, not just randomly grinding.
A week after starting your new job, everyone in your office will be slagging you off behind your back 'cos you've been late everyday and when you tell them it's because of disruption caused by a signal failure at Erith they just laugh in your face.
You spend the next month trying to redeem your reputation by getting the first train of the day, but still end up being late for work due to a sustained spell of "extreme weather" (light rain and a couple of clouds).
A month further on and South Eastern decide to invoke the infamous "emergency timetable", in response to rumours that strong gales in the Caribbean may lead to the temperature in the South East of England dropping by up to 1C. You start going home from work every evening, having a shower and then turning around and leaving for work again in the hope that allowing 14 hours to get in from Kent will be sufficient to negate even the severest of delays.
By this point you've started drinking heavily, you've forgotten what it's like to have a normal night's sleep and you're on a formal warning at work after assaulting a colleague who innocently asked you "how was your journey into work this morning?". You hate your job, you hate your colleagues, you hate yourself.
Things come to a head around 6 months in, when, after 4 consecutive trains are cancelled on your morning journey due to a displaced train crew and excessive daylight, you are arrested after dragging a train driver from his cabin and attempting to drive the train yourself. The arresting officer claims that he found you naked in the driver's cabin, singing "Come Along and Ride This Train" by Johnny Cash.
Faced with a 6 year prison sentence, you plead not guilty on the grounds of diminished responsibility, and are instead detained indefinitely at Maudsley Psychiatric Hospital.
Welcome to the real world, kid.
Keep up the good work you thieving shits.