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I am somewhere on the SouthWestern route between Wool and Waterloo.

Train has been all over the shop, picking up extra carriages and strike-fucked stragglers, dropping carriages, de-and re- coupling carriages…

Everyone is a bit fucked off, being irritable with each other. The intercom volume is really loud and squawky.
There are a couple of children on board. One is being entertained by her weary dad who is reading the same fucking book over and over again. The other is apparently inhabited by a demon. She is S C R E A M I N G , sometimes with laughter and sometimes with distress. Her poor mum looks utterly exhausted, her dad is working to keep her entertained.

I need to decide whether to get off at Clapham Junction and do two buses home, or go to Waterloo and end up only getting one bus.

By the time I eventually get home all the good work done by resting and walking and swimming will have been undone.


Nice sunset though, and ponies and deer when we went through the New Forest.


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Also, the woman sat opposite has an open packet of posh biscuits and I’m sorely tempted to ask her for one. Except that I know one wouldn’t be sufficient. I’m going to buy a pack of posh biscuits on the way home and then eat them all for late supper amn’t I
Posh biscuits at this time? Good luck with that one.
 
Oh great....
Now being held at Woking something signal something so we can something something platform 2 and then we can be underway...
 
Oh god oh god oh god no we're now going to Chertsey and other smaller stations.


I think we're doing a tour of HGWells' War of the Worlds locations.






Reminds me of the time I was on a Greyhound bus en route to way-out-West and the driver took us on a complicated detour that no one noticed because we were asleep so he could wake us all up at 2:00 AM to show us the birth place of Elvis Presley.
 
Oh god oh god oh god no we're now going to Chertsey and other smaller stations.


I think we're doing a tour of HGWells' War of the Worlds locations.






Reminds me of the time I was on a Greyhound bus en route to way-out-West and the driver took us on a complicated detour that no one noticed because we were asleep so he could wake us all up at 2:00 AM to show us the birth place of Elvis Presley.
You will have had Brooklands on your right. It was American day today, but sadly, I guess they are all gone now.
 
You will have had Brooklands on your right. It was American day today, but sadly, I guess they are all gone now.
And it's dark and I can't be arsed looking out the window any more. Just want to be home now.


Hang on....
American Day?! Wtf??
 
Good grief.
Got into Waterloo at 21:45
Got my posh biscuits from M&S
Got on the 59 bus
...which is now being diverted due to a RTA

Somewhere between Oval and Brixton I think
Really hope everyone involved is okay.
 
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Departing Dublin ferryport on the catamaran for Holyhead.

For a period I did this trip quite often but until this month hadn't for about 15 years.

There aren't as many sailings as there used to be. As I understand it that's because post brexit a lot of the freight transport now uses the ship that goes directly to France and bypasses the sunlit uplands of the UK.

The connecting bus from dublin centre to the port didn't show up. This sort of thing is an increasingly common experience for the holdout overland travellers, now a persecuted minority group. There were two others waiting and so we shared a taxi. The journey was spent hearing the taxi driver's commentary on how it's much quicker and easier to fly and answering his questions on why we didn't just do what normal people do.

Anyway, it remains the case that you can travel from London to Dublin or vice versa on a rail-sail ticket for £50, you can buy it on the day and none of your money gets to Michael O'Leary.
 
Helicopter landed on the boat on the way. Yes I know this is boring compared to getting a free sandwich and using a shoe polishing machine in an airport lounge and I am still sad I'm not in the exclusive airport lounge club. Those people I know would be safe from getting any salt spray on their chinos.

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I remember once when Ms T & P and I arrived back from a US holiday on a red eye, and it was a glorious, warm and sunny morning in London. We were sleepy and too relaxed to go home by Tube (this was the days before Uber, when a black cab would have been the only other option) and decided we wanted to make our way back to Tulse Hill by bus only, and headed to Heathrow Bus Station to plan our route.

It took three buses IIRC, which is not too bad. Time-wise it was probably three hours, but we were snoozing and enjoying the sunrays whilst travelling through various London green and pleasant suburbs, so rather than being a drag the journey time only added to the enjoyment of the trip home.
 
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