Fucking bastard, shitface, twatty, cock sucking, excuse making, lying, shit eating, cunting wankers. The lot of them.
ARGGHGGHGGHGGGG
The one fucking day I need to get to work dead on time and we're 40 mins fucking late. Joke joke joke.
Angry canters
you ok hun? xx
Seem to remember someone posting on this thread a while back saying that Canters would love the commute back into London for about five minutes... After that he'd lose patience completely and try to take control of the train in his frustration
I think that day has actually arrived.
It was MrLargo earlier on this thread, It was one of my favourites ever on Charlton Life so I saved it, I'll repeat it now:
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.
Fucking bastard, shitface, twatty, cock sucking, excuse making, lying, shit eating, cunting wankers. The lot of them.
ARGGHGGHGGHGGGG
The one fucking day I need to get to work dead on time and we're 40 mins fucking late. Joke joke joke.
Angry canters
you ok hun? xx
Seem to remember someone posting on this thread a while back saying that Canters would love the commute back into London for about five minutes... After that he'd lose patience completely and try to take control of the train in his frustration
I think that day has actually arrived.
It was MrLargo earlier on this thread, It was one of my favourites ever on Charlton Life so I saved it, I'll repeat it now:
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.
Welcome to the real world, kid.
Thats the one... I did mean to quote the post yet couldnt remember who posted it or when
Fucking bastard, shitface, twatty, cock sucking, excuse making, lying, shit eating, cunting wankers. The lot of them.
ARGGHGGHGGHGGGG
The one fucking day I need to get to work dead on time and we're 40 mins fucking late. Joke joke joke.
Angry canters
Did you leave earlier than usual today?
Yes I did and got in more than 15 mins later than I would usually. Joke.
No I didn't take control of the train although I bloody should have. Just had a very stressful morning..
Carry on.
it is a joke mate, a friend of mine literally just made it to an interview recently despite leaving home an hour earlier than he should have needed to.
He didn't get it and put it down to being stressed and sweaty having run from the station to the office
Fucking bastard, shitface, twatty, cock sucking, excuse making, lying, shit eating, cunting wankers. The lot of them.
ARGGHGGHGGHGGGG
The one fucking day I need to get to work dead on time and we're 40 mins fucking late. Joke joke joke.
Angry canters
you ok hun? xx
Seem to remember someone posting on this thread a while back saying that Canters would love the commute back into London for about five minutes... After that he'd lose patience completely and try to take control of the train in his frustration
I think that day has actually arrived.
It was MrLargo earlier on this thread, It was one of my favourites ever on Charlton Life so I saved it, I'll repeat it now:
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.
Welcome to the real world, kid.
Incredibly accurate. I'm nearly at the 4 month point...
The excuses today keep switching between a broken down train and an object on the tracks. Which suggests to me it's just them lying. And their inability to sort out a schedule is the real problem.
Good to see you've joined the rest of us. The first 30 years are the hardest.
Don't tell me I've missed the "Commuters vs Management Christmas Grand Smackdown"?!
I've been training for that since June, bought myself a lycra outfit and perfected my flying windmill kick. Not gonna be impressed if they've rescheduled without telling me.
Yes. On the concourse waiting for delayed trains. Bald bloke & younger guy. Couldn't see too much but provided a bit of entertainment.
The younger bloke must be Canters then. Anyone know if Largo is bald?
Still a couple of hairs left but well on my way to full slapheadedness!
Wouldn't be me fighting Canters though, he's one of us. It saddens me seeing commuters fighting with each other - we should be united against the sadistic incompetence of South Eastern Trains. Instead of scrapping with each other, one of them could have been pinning a revenue protection officer to the floor while the other one forced a wad of delay repay leaflets up his jacksy.
In my 6th week of working now and only had delays in the morning three times and in the evening twice. Feel like I've really got away with it so far. Seemed worse when I was doing work experience over summer 2015 & 2016.
In my 6th week of working now and only had delays in the morning three times and in the evening twice. Feel like I've really got away with it so far. Seemed worse when I was doing work experience over summer 2015 & 2016.
F@ck me surely South eastern can't take the blame for the trains in leeds
Yes. On the concourse waiting for delayed trains. Bald bloke & younger guy. Couldn't see too much but provided a bit of entertainment.
The younger bloke must be Canters then. Anyone know if Largo is bald?
Still a couple of hairs left but well on my way to full slapheadedness!
Wouldn't be me fighting Canters though, he's one of us. It saddens me seeing commuters fighting with each other - we should be united against the sadistic incompetence of South Eastern Trains. Instead of scrapping with each other, one of them could have been pinning a revenue protection officer to the floor while the other one forced a wad of delay repay leaflets up his jacksy.
You really do have a special way of writing.
I can neither confirm nor deny I was in a fight at Cannon st this evening.
This thread (almost) makes me laugh now. Oh for the days when I had the inconvenience of a delay to my train journey. Now I have to put up with the fucking M61/M60/M62 Nexus Of Evil every poxy day instead. Honestly - I think I prefer the bloody train
This thread (almost) makes me laugh now. Oh for the days when I had the inconvenience of a delay to my train journey. Now I have to put up with the fucking M61/M60/M62 Nexus Of Evil every poxy day instead. Honestly - I think I prefer the bloody train
Leroy, I've always thought that you're an extremely intelligent and astute contributor to Charlton Life, but I think you've fallen into a trap, which I'm sure many people do, of having a few months away from South Eastern Trains and convincing yourself that maybe they aren't the worst train operating company in the entire world, and maybe the torturous, feculent, shambolic daily commute wasn't quite as horrific as you used to think it was.
Let me ask you a few questions:
Do you frequently turn up on your driveway in the morning expecting to drive to work only to find that, for no apparent reason, your car's absolutely nowhere to be seen?
Do you frequently open your car door in the morning to find that there are already 15 people squeezed across the five seats with another six crammed into the boot?
Does your car smell of other people's rotting faecae? Do people cough and sneeze on you while you drive to work?
Are you forced to use the bus every weekend and for a fortnight over Christmas because your car is engaged in "Engineering Works", even though you've paid road tax which supposedly enables you to use your car throughout the year?
Do the road signs on your way to work confusingly claim that the next exit is Cardiff, even though you know with absolute certainty that the M60 doesn't go anywhere near Cardiff?
Does your car demand extra money from you every year to cover the costs of supposed improvements to its performance, but then, once you've paid the money, just continues to breakdown every f*%king day of the year, come rain or f*$king shine?
Has a treebranch twig this size ever resulted in not only your car not being able to get you to work, but also every other bastard car within a 50 mile radius being brought to a complete standstill while you wait for a specialist team of Elite Twig Lifters to drag their fat arses out of bed to remove it for you?
I could go on, but I don't think it would be good for my blood pressure.
This thread (almost) makes me laugh now. Oh for the days when I had the inconvenience of a delay to my train journey. Now I have to put up with the fucking M61/M60/M62 Nexus Of Evil every poxy day instead. Honestly - I think I prefer the bloody train
Leroy, I've always thought that you're an extremely intelligent and astute contributor to Charlton Life, but I think you've fallen into a trap, which I'm sure many people do, of having a few months away from South Eastern Trains and convincing yourself that maybe they aren't the worst train operating company in the entire world, and maybe the torturous, feculent, shambolic daily commute wasn't quite as horrific as you used to think it was.
Let me ask you a few questions:
Do you frequently turn up on your driveway in the morning expecting to drive to work only to find that, for no apparent reason, your car's absolutely nowhere to be seen?
Do you frequently open your car door in the morning to find that there are already 15 people squeezed across the five seats with another six crammed into the boot?
Does your car smell of other people's rotting faecae? Do people cough and sneeze on you while you drive to work?
Are you forced to use the bus every weekend and for a fortnight over Christmas because your car is engaged in "Engineering Works", even though you've paid road tax which supposedly enables you to use your car throughout the year?
Do the road signs on your way to work confusingly claim that the next exit is Cardiff, even though you know with absolute certainty that the M60 doesn't go anywhere near Cardiff?
Does your car demand extra money from you every year to cover the costs of supposed improvements to its performance, but then, once you've paid the money, just continues to breakdown every f*%king day of the year, come rain or f*$king shine?
Has a treebranch twig this size ever resulted in not only your car not being able to get you to work, but also every other bastard car within a 50 mile radius being brought to a complete standstill while you wait for a specialist team of Elite Twig Lifters to drag their fat arses out of bed to remove it for you?
I could go on, but I don't think it would be good for my blood pressure.
On form as always MrLargo... Just one fault; its called an MOT something always new goes wrong
Has a treebranch twig this size ever resulted in not only your car not being able to get you to work, but also every other bastard car within a 50 mile radius being brought to a complete standstill while you wait for a specialist team of Elite Twig Lifters to drag their fat arses out of bed to remove it for you?
This thread (almost) makes me laugh now. Oh for the days when I had the inconvenience of a delay to my train journey. Now I have to put up with the fucking M61/M60/M62 Nexus Of Evil every poxy day instead. Honestly - I think I prefer the bloody train
Leroy, I've always thought that you're an extremely intelligent and astute contributor to Charlton Life, but I think you've fallen into a trap, which I'm sure many people do, of having a few months away from South Eastern Trains and convincing yourself that maybe they aren't the worst train operating company in the entire world, and maybe the torturous, feculent, shambolic daily commute wasn't quite as horrific as you used to think it was.
Let me ask you a few questions:
Do you frequently turn up on your driveway in the morning expecting to drive to work only to find that, for no apparent reason, your car's absolutely nowhere to be seen?
Do you frequently open your car door in the morning to find that there are already 15 people squeezed across the five seats with another six crammed into the boot?
Does your car smell of other people's rotting faecae? Do people cough and sneeze on you while you drive to work?
Are you forced to use the bus every weekend and for a fortnight over Christmas because your car is engaged in "Engineering Works", even though you've paid road tax which supposedly enables you to use your car throughout the year?
Do the road signs on your way to work confusingly claim that the next exit is Cardiff, even though you know with absolute certainty that the M60 doesn't go anywhere near Cardiff?
Does your car demand extra money from you every year to cover the costs of supposed improvements to its performance, but then, once you've paid the money, just continues to breakdown every f*%king day of the year, come rain or f*$king shine?
Has a treebranch twig this size ever resulted in not only your car not being able to get you to work, but also every other bastard car within a 50 mile radius being brought to a complete standstill while you wait for a specialist team of Elite Twig Lifters to drag their fat arses out of bed to remove it for you?
I could go on, but I don't think it would be good for my blood pressure.
This thread (almost) makes me laugh now. Oh for the days when I had the inconvenience of a delay to my train journey. Now I have to put up with the fucking M61/M60/M62 Nexus Of Evil every poxy day instead. Honestly - I think I prefer the bloody train
Leroy, I've always thought that you're an extremely intelligent and astute contributor to Charlton Life, but I think you've fallen into a trap, which I'm sure many people do, of having a few months away from South Eastern Trains and convincing yourself that maybe they aren't the worst train operating company in the entire world, and maybe the torturous, feculent, shambolic daily commute wasn't quite as horrific as you used to think it was.
Let me ask you a few questions:
Do you frequently turn up on your driveway in the morning expecting to drive to work only to find that, for no apparent reason, your car's absolutely nowhere to be seen?
Do you frequently open your car door in the morning to find that there are already 15 people squeezed across the five seats with another six crammed into the boot?
Does your car smell of other people's rotting faecae? Do people cough and sneeze on you while you drive to work?
Are you forced to use the bus every weekend and for a fortnight over Christmas because your car is engaged in "Engineering Works", even though you've paid road tax which supposedly enables you to use your car throughout the year?
Do the road signs on your way to work confusingly claim that the next exit is Cardiff, even though you know with absolute certainty that the M60 doesn't go anywhere near Cardiff?
Does your car demand extra money from you every year to cover the costs of supposed improvements to its performance, but then, once you've paid the money, just continues to breakdown every f*%king day of the year, come rain or f*$king shine?
Has a treebranch twig this size ever resulted in not only your car not being able to get you to work, but also every other bastard car within a 50 mile radius being brought to a complete standstill while you wait for a specialist team of Elite Twig Lifters to drag their fat arses out of bed to remove it for you?
I could go on, but I don't think it would be good for my blood pressure.
And is your aircon always turned up full heat in the summer?
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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.
Welcome to the real world, kid.
He didn't get it and put it down to being stressed and sweaty having run from the station to the office
Picture 2 - the effects of 4 months commuting on South Eastern
The first 30 years are the hardest.
I've been training for that since June, bought myself a lycra outfit and perfected my flying windmill kick. Not gonna be impressed if they've rescheduled without telling me.
Wouldn't be me fighting Canters though, he's one of us. It saddens me seeing commuters fighting with each other - we should be united against the sadistic incompetence of South Eastern Trains. Instead of scrapping with each other, one of them could have been pinning a revenue protection officer to the floor while the other one forced a wad of delay repay leaflets up his jacksy.
In my 6th week of working now and only had delays in the morning three times and in the evening twice. Feel like I've really got away with it so far. Seemed worse when I was doing work experience over summer 2015 & 2016.
I can neither confirm nor deny I was in a fight at Cannon st this evening.
Hint: I travel from Victoria.
Let me ask you a few questions:
Do you frequently turn up on your driveway in the morning expecting to drive to work only to find that, for no apparent reason, your car's absolutely nowhere to be seen?
Do you frequently open your car door in the morning to find that there are already 15 people squeezed across the five seats with another six crammed into the boot?
Does your car smell of other people's rotting faecae? Do people cough and sneeze on you while you drive to work?
Are you forced to use the bus every weekend and for a fortnight over Christmas because your car is engaged in "Engineering Works", even though you've paid road tax which supposedly enables you to use your car throughout the year?
Do the road signs on your way to work confusingly claim that the next exit is Cardiff, even though you know with absolute certainty that the M60 doesn't go anywhere near Cardiff?
Does your car demand extra money from you every year to cover the costs of supposed improvements to its performance, but then, once you've paid the money, just continues to breakdown every f*%king day of the year, come rain or f*$king shine?
Has a
treebranchtwig this size ever resulted in not only your car not being able to get you to work, but also every other bastard car within a 50 mile radius being brought to a complete standstill while you wait for a specialist team of Elite Twig Lifters to drag their fat arses out of bed to remove it for you?I could go on, but I don't think it would be good for my blood pressure.