Really? I’m actually travelling to Leeds today for work, where are the problems?
Just spent a great 25 minutes waiting at Kings Cross for my train. Was sat by the entrance to an escalator that obviously usually goes down as everyone was making their way to it and had to stop at the last minute as it was coming up. Couple of dopey pricks engrossed in their phones actually stepped onto it. Also fun to watch blokes clearly full of their own importance pushing through people getting stopped in their tracks.
Since opening the new congestion- reducing platforms at start of Jan I've had 2 journeys not delayed by congestion.
It's eased near London Bridge but is now pushed down the line to Lewisham and Hither green every day.
The cynic in me suggests the main driver of the station overhaul and 2 years of commuter inconvenience was to create revenue streams from the rental income from all the commercial units now in the station.
Lovely shiny platforms and expansive Costa Coffee-filled concourse to enjoy whilst you arrive late every day or await the serially delayed sloth mobile to ferry you home.
Driver just announced things are expected to get back to normal by "dinner time".
Can any of the salt of the earth lower class types who post on here please translate whether that means the one after elevensies or the one before supper as it's causing an awful kerfuffle on the Tunbridge Wells train?
It means whatever South Eastern want or need it to mean....
In the last 5 days, I've been on a plane that had to land whilst it was snowing and quite cold - it did so without fuss and arrived on time. I've also been on trains between Glasgow, Edinburgh and Newcastle that were clean and comfortable and operated exactly on time despite torrential rain, high winds and the bitter cold that comes as standard for most of the year north of Watford.
Yesterday evening, pretty mild, dry, not windy, I was waiting for a connection from Lewisham to Catford Bridge. It was initially delayed by 6 minutes and they then updated the displayed board so that it just said "Delayed". I checked the National Rail app and it had left Cannon Street and London Bridge on time but then apparently vaporised somewhere between London Bridge and New Cross. Obviously there were no announcements, no actual useful information. Just a statement of the blindingly obvious. Normally I would have been seething with rage. However, as it happens, I'd been entertaining a young lady for the evening, and the delay enabled me to spend a few more minutes indulging in gropey "get a room-type behaviour" in a poorly lit section of Platform 2 before we eventually decided to get a bus.
So it worked out in my favour okay last night, but next time I meet her I think it's likely we'll be heading back to mine to sit on the edge of my bed without any clothes on reading my "Joy of Sex" and "More Joy of Sex" instruction manuals, before manouvering into a more intimate position and then finally progressing onto awkward mumbled apologies, promises that it'll be less crap next time round and outrageous far-fetched claims like "usually I can go for 3 or even 4 minutes, and if you let me put the Shipping Forecast on in the background I might even make it to 6".
Anyway, the point is, if South Eastern interfere with, delay or prevent that romantic union from taking place by failing to deliver a train at it's allocated time, whatever the pathetic reason, then I will bring down upon them a tsunami of anger and violence so extreme that the people of London will be forced to re-categorise the likes of the Krays and the Richardsons from "violent gangsters" to "some slightly bad-tempered chaps" in comparison to my fury.
This morning, 2 minutes late, excessively over-crowded. Wankers.
In the last 5 days, I've been on a plane that had to land whilst it was snowing and quite cold - it did so without fuss and arrived on time. I've also been on trains between Glasgow, Edinburgh and Newcastle that were clean and comfortable and operated exactly on time despite torrential rain, high winds and the bitter cold that comes as standard for most of the year north of Watford.
Yesterday evening, pretty mild, dry, not windy, I was waiting for a connection from Lewisham to Catford Bridge. It was initially delayed by 6 minutes and they then updated the displayed board so that it just said "Delayed". I checked the National Rail app and it had left Cannon Street and London Bridge on time but then apparently vaporised somewhere between London Bridge and New Cross. Obviously there were no announcements, no actual useful information. Just a statement of the blindingly obvious. Normally I would have been seething with rage. However, as it happens, I'd been entertaining a young lady for the evening, and the delay enabled me to spend a few more minutes indulging in gropey "get a room-type behaviour" in a poorly lit section of Platform 2 before we eventually decided to get a bus.
So it worked out in my favour okay last night, but next time I meet her I think it's likely we'll be heading back to mine to sit on the edge of my bed without any clothes on reading my "Joy of Sex" and "More Joy of Sex" instruction manuals, before manouvering into a more intimate position and then finally progressing onto awkward mumbled apologies, promises that it'll be less crap next time round and outrageous far-fetched claims like "usually I can go for 3 or even 4 minutes, and if you let me put the Shipping Forecast on in the background I might even make it to 6".
Anyway, the point is, if South Eastern interfere with, delay or prevent that romantic union from taking place by failing to deliver a train at it's allocated time, whatever the pathetic reason, then I will bring down upon them a tsunami of anger and violence so extreme that the people of London will be forced to re-categorise the likes of the Krays and the Richardsons from "violent gangsters" to "some slightly bad-tempered chaps" in comparison to my fury.
This morning, 2 minutes late, excessively over-crowded. Wankers.
So it was you I saw with that bird. I'm not sure giving her the odd donkey punch is exactly 'get a room type behaviour', but each to their own!
In the last 5 days, I've been on a plane that had to land whilst it was snowing and quite cold - it did so without fuss and arrived on time. I've also been on trains between Glasgow, Edinburgh and Newcastle that were clean and comfortable and operated exactly on time despite torrential rain, high winds and the bitter cold that comes as standard for most of the year north of Watford.
Yesterday evening, pretty mild, dry, not windy, I was waiting for a connection from Lewisham to Catford Bridge. It was initially delayed by 6 minutes and they then updated the displayed board so that it just said "Delayed". I checked the National Rail app and it had left Cannon Street and London Bridge on time but then apparently vaporised somewhere between London Bridge and New Cross. Obviously there were no announcements, no actual useful information. Just a statement of the blindingly obvious. Normally I would have been seething with rage. However, as it happens, I'd been entertaining a young lady for the evening, and the delay enabled me to spend a few more minutes indulging in gropey "get a room-type behaviour" in a poorly lit section of Platform 2 before we eventually decided to get a bus.
So it worked out in my favour okay last night, but next time I meet her I think it's likely we'll be heading back to mine to sit on the edge of my bed without any clothes on reading my "Joy of Sex" and "More Joy of Sex" instruction manuals, before manouvering into a more intimate position and then finally progressing onto awkward mumbled apologies, promises that it'll be less crap next time round and outrageous far-fetched claims like "usually I can go for 3 or even 4 minutes, and if you let me put the Shipping Forecast on in the background I might even make it to 6".
Anyway, the point is, if South Eastern interfere with, delay or prevent that romantic union from taking place by failing to deliver a train at it's allocated time, whatever the pathetic reason, then I will bring down upon them a tsunami of anger and violence so extreme that the people of London will be forced to re-categorise the likes of the Krays and the Richardsons from "violent gangsters" to "some slightly bad-tempered chaps" in comparison to my fury.
This morning, 2 minutes late, excessively over-crowded. Wankers.
So it was you I saw with that bird. I'm not sure giving her the odd donkey punch is exactly 'get a room type behaviour', but each to their own!
Each and every day I learn something new on Charlton Life.
In the last 5 days, I've been on a plane that had to land whilst it was snowing and quite cold - it did so without fuss and arrived on time. I've also been on trains between Glasgow, Edinburgh and Newcastle that were clean and comfortable and operated exactly on time despite torrential rain, high winds and the bitter cold that comes as standard for most of the year north of Watford.
Yesterday evening, pretty mild, dry, not windy, I was waiting for a connection from Lewisham to Catford Bridge. It was initially delayed by 6 minutes and they then updated the displayed board so that it just said "Delayed". I checked the National Rail app and it had left Cannon Street and London Bridge on time but then apparently vaporised somewhere between London Bridge and New Cross. Obviously there were no announcements, no actual useful information. Just a statement of the blindingly obvious. Normally I would have been seething with rage. However, as it happens, I'd been entertaining a young lady for the evening, and the delay enabled me to spend a few more minutes indulging in gropey "get a room-type behaviour" in a poorly lit section of Platform 2 before we eventually decided to get a bus.
So it worked out in my favour okay last night, but next time I meet her I think it's likely we'll be heading back to mine to sit on the edge of my bed without any clothes on reading my "Joy of Sex" and "More Joy of Sex" instruction manuals, before manouvering into a more intimate position and then finally progressing onto awkward mumbled apologies, promises that it'll be less crap next time round and outrageous far-fetched claims like "usually I can go for 3 or even 4 minutes, and if you let me put the Shipping Forecast on in the background I might even make it to 6".
Anyway, the point is, if South Eastern interfere with, delay or prevent that romantic union from taking place by failing to deliver a train at it's allocated time, whatever the pathetic reason, then I will bring down upon them a tsunami of anger and violence so extreme that the people of London will be forced to re-categorise the likes of the Krays and the Richardsons from "violent gangsters" to "some slightly bad-tempered chaps" in comparison to my fury.
This morning, 2 minutes late, excessively over-crowded. Wankers.
In the last 5 days, I've been on a plane that had to land whilst it was snowing and quite cold - it did so without fuss and arrived on time. I've also been on trains between Glasgow, Edinburgh and Newcastle that were clean and comfortable and operated exactly on time despite torrential rain, high winds and the bitter cold that comes as standard for most of the year north of Watford.
Yesterday evening, pretty mild, dry, not windy, I was waiting for a connection from Lewisham to Catford Bridge. It was initially delayed by 6 minutes and they then updated the displayed board so that it just said "Delayed". I checked the National Rail app and it had left Cannon Street and London Bridge on time but then apparently vaporised somewhere between London Bridge and New Cross. Obviously there were no announcements, no actual useful information. Just a statement of the blindingly obvious. Normally I would have been seething with rage. However, as it happens, I'd been entertaining a young lady for the evening, and the delay enabled me to spend a few more minutes indulging in gropey "get a room-type behaviour" in a poorly lit section of Platform 2 before we eventually decided to get a bus.
So it worked out in my favour okay last night, but next time I meet her I think it's likely we'll be heading back to mine to sit on the edge of my bed without any clothes on reading my "Joy of Sex" and "More Joy of Sex" instruction manuals, before manouvering into a more intimate position and then finally progressing onto awkward mumbled apologies, promises that it'll be less crap next time round and outrageous far-fetched claims like "usually I can go for 3 or even 4 minutes, and if you let me put the Shipping Forecast on in the background I might even make it to 6".
Anyway, the point is, if South Eastern interfere with, delay or prevent that romantic union from taking place by failing to deliver a train at it's allocated time, whatever the pathetic reason, then I will bring down upon them a tsunami of anger and violence so extreme that the people of London will be forced to re-categorise the likes of the Krays and the Richardsons from "violent gangsters" to "some slightly bad-tempered chaps" in comparison to my fury.
This morning, 2 minutes late, excessively over-crowded. Wankers.
So it was you I saw with that bird. I'm not sure giving her the odd donkey punch is exactly 'get a room type behaviour', but each to their own!
Each and every day I learn something new on Charlton Life.
In the last 5 days, I've been on a plane that had to land whilst it was snowing and quite cold - it did so without fuss and arrived on time. I've also been on trains between Glasgow, Edinburgh and Newcastle that were clean and comfortable and operated exactly on time despite torrential rain, high winds and the bitter cold that comes as standard for most of the year north of Watford.
Yesterday evening, pretty mild, dry, not windy, I was waiting for a connection from Lewisham to Catford Bridge. It was initially delayed by 6 minutes and they then updated the displayed board so that it just said "Delayed". I checked the National Rail app and it had left Cannon Street and London Bridge on time but then apparently vaporised somewhere between London Bridge and New Cross. Obviously there were no announcements, no actual useful information. Just a statement of the blindingly obvious. Normally I would have been seething with rage. However, as it happens, I'd been entertaining a young lady for the evening, and the delay enabled me to spend a few more minutes indulging in gropey "get a room-type behaviour" in a poorly lit section of Platform 2 before we eventually decided to get a bus.
So it worked out in my favour okay last night, but next time I meet her I think it's likely we'll be heading back to mine to sit on the edge of my bed without any clothes on reading my "Joy of Sex" and "More Joy of Sex" instruction manuals, before manouvering into a more intimate position and then finally progressing onto awkward mumbled apologies, promises that it'll be less crap next time round and outrageous far-fetched claims like "usually I can go for 3 or even 4 minutes, and if you let me put the Shipping Forecast on in the background I might even make it to 6".
Anyway, the point is, if South Eastern interfere with, delay or prevent that romantic union from taking place by failing to deliver a train at it's allocated time, whatever the pathetic reason, then I will bring down upon them a tsunami of anger and violence so extreme that the people of London will be forced to re-categorise the likes of the Krays and the Richardsons from "violent gangsters" to "some slightly bad-tempered chaps" in comparison to my fury.
This morning, 2 minutes late, excessively over-crowded. Wankers.
So it was you I saw with that bird. I'm not sure giving her the odd donkey punch is exactly 'get a room type behaviour', but each to their own!
"I'd say it's definitely "get a room type behaviour". Try doing it in the fruit and veg aisle at Sainsbury's, people get really weird about it.
In the last 5 days, I've been on a plane that had to land whilst it was snowing and quite cold - it did so without fuss and arrived on time. I've also been on trains between Glasgow, Edinburgh and Newcastle that were clean and comfortable and operated exactly on time despite torrential rain, high winds and the bitter cold that comes as standard for most of the year north of Watford.
Yesterday evening, pretty mild, dry, not windy, I was waiting for a connection from Lewisham to Catford Bridge. It was initially delayed by 6 minutes and they then updated the displayed board so that it just said "Delayed". I checked the National Rail app and it had left Cannon Street and London Bridge on time but then apparently vaporised somewhere between London Bridge and New Cross. Obviously there were no announcements, no actual useful information. Just a statement of the blindingly obvious. Normally I would have been seething with rage. However, as it happens, I'd been entertaining a young lady for the evening, and the delay enabled me to spend a few more minutes indulging in gropey "get a room-type behaviour" in a poorly lit section of Platform 2 before we eventually decided to get a bus.
So it worked out in my favour okay last night, but next time I meet her I think it's likely we'll be heading back to mine to sit on the edge of my bed without any clothes on reading my "Joy of Sex" and "More Joy of Sex" instruction manuals, before manouvering into a more intimate position and then finally progressing onto awkward mumbled apologies, promises that it'll be less crap next time round and outrageous far-fetched claims like "usually I can go for 3 or even 4 minutes, and if you let me put the Shipping Forecast on in the background I might even make it to 6".
Anyway, the point is, if South Eastern interfere with, delay or prevent that romantic union from taking place by failing to deliver a train at it's allocated time, whatever the pathetic reason, then I will bring down upon them a tsunami of anger and violence so extreme that the people of London will be forced to re-categorise the likes of the Krays and the Richardsons from "violent gangsters" to "some slightly bad-tempered chaps" in comparison to my fury.
This morning, 2 minutes late, excessively over-crowded. Wankers.
That train seems to spraying out all it's steam before it enters the tunnel - I am very familiar with this scenario.
So theoretically, I can tell her I "go like a train" and I won't be lying.
That train seems to spraying out all it's steam before it enters the tunnel - I am very familiar with this scenario.
So theoretically, I can tell her I "go like a train" and I won't be lying.
Better hope that your performance is better than Southeastern's!
Well, it'll almost certainly be over very quickly, which is obviously the complete opposite to a South Eastern journey, so that's a point in my favour.
However, I did gently imply to her on our date yesterday that I was capable of giving her a good service, which I obviously won't be able to deliver on, so that's bad.
Also, when she wants to come, the chances are I won't be able to successfully get her to her destination, and I'm likely to greet that failure with silence followed by a series of pathetic excuses.
To my credit though, I'm not intending to ask her to hand over a month's wages at the end to cover investment in improvements to my sexual prowess.
I don't want to annoy anyone but my train home last night was on time - first since mid-December. Obviously that will be the only service I get on time for 2018 but it was nice to be home on time for once!
Me - Chuckle Colleague - What you laughing at Herts? Me - Just reading about a bunch of fruit loops on a football website banging on about Southeastern trains fucking up their sex life. Colleague - Oh OK.
Not strictly Southeastern fault but I'm sticking it on here anyway.
So they've spent what feels like centuries but is actually just about 7 years doing the refurb of Victoria station including new entrances to the underground station and a new main entrance to the station at the Southeastern end (platforms 1-8). The new entrance is lovely but most people that come out of the station and head for Victoria St (about half of the people arriving in Victoria) continued to use the old exits as they were most convenient and the quickest way to get to Victoria street. So literally no one from that end of the station was using the new entrance. So what do they do? They close the entrance tbat most people use. Like properly blocked it with concrete barriers and metal cages to stop people jumping the barriers.
It's like they need to justify spending the money so have to force people to use the brand new entrance.
The result. Not only does everyone have to was 3 sides of a square to get out the station and get even more angry. But it funnels all those who don't want to use the tube into the same exit as everyone who does want the tube. Its utter chaos at rush hour.
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It's eased near London Bridge but is now pushed down the line to Lewisham and Hither green every day.
The cynic in me suggests the main driver of the station overhaul and 2 years of commuter inconvenience was to create revenue streams from the rental income from all the commercial units now in the station.
Lovely shiny platforms and expansive Costa Coffee-filled concourse to enjoy whilst you arrive late every day or await the serially delayed sloth mobile to ferry you home.
https://853london.com/2018/01/25/se-london-mps-queue-up-to-criticise-southeastern-in-parliament/
Yesterday evening, pretty mild, dry, not windy, I was waiting for a connection from Lewisham to Catford Bridge. It was initially delayed by 6 minutes and they then updated the displayed board so that it just said "Delayed". I checked the National Rail app and it had left Cannon Street and London Bridge on time but then apparently vaporised somewhere between London Bridge and New Cross. Obviously there were no announcements, no actual useful information. Just a statement of the blindingly obvious. Normally I would have been seething with rage. However, as it happens, I'd been entertaining a young lady for the evening, and the delay enabled me to spend a few more minutes indulging in gropey "get a room-type behaviour" in a poorly lit section of Platform 2 before we eventually decided to get a bus.
So it worked out in my favour okay last night, but next time I meet her I think it's likely we'll be heading back to mine to sit on the edge of my bed without any clothes on reading my "Joy of Sex" and "More Joy of Sex" instruction manuals, before manouvering into a more intimate position and then finally progressing onto awkward mumbled apologies, promises that it'll be less crap next time round and outrageous far-fetched claims like "usually I can go for 3 or even 4 minutes, and if you let me put the Shipping Forecast on in the background I might even make it to 6".
Anyway, the point is, if South Eastern interfere with, delay or prevent that romantic union from taking place by failing to deliver a train at it's allocated time, whatever the pathetic reason, then I will bring down upon them a tsunami of anger and violence so extreme that the people of London will be forced to re-categorise the likes of the Krays and the Richardsons from "violent gangsters" to "some slightly bad-tempered chaps" in comparison to my fury.
This morning, 2 minutes late, excessively over-crowded. Wankers.
So theoretically, I can tell her I "go like a train" and I won't be lying.
However, I did gently imply to her on our date yesterday that I was capable of giving her a good service, which I obviously won't be able to deliver on, so that's bad.
Also, when she wants to come, the chances are I won't be able to successfully get her to her destination, and I'm likely to greet that failure with silence followed by a series of pathetic excuses.
To my credit though, I'm not intending to ask her to hand over a month's wages at the end to cover investment in improvements to my sexual prowess.
Colleague - What you laughing at Herts?
Me - Just reading about a bunch of fruit loops on a football website banging on about Southeastern trains fucking up their sex life.
Colleague - Oh OK.
I've enjoyed myself on Twitter though, so there's that.
Just got a telling off
Well, that passed the time on the delayed commute I suppose...
So they've spent what feels like centuries but is actually just about 7 years doing the refurb of Victoria station including new entrances to the underground station and a new main entrance to the station at the Southeastern end (platforms 1-8). The new entrance is lovely but most people that come out of the station and head for Victoria St (about half of the people arriving in Victoria) continued to use the old exits as they were most convenient and the quickest way to get to Victoria street. So literally no one from that end of the station was using the new entrance. So what do they do? They close the entrance tbat most people use. Like properly blocked it with concrete barriers and metal cages to stop people jumping the barriers.
It's like they need to justify spending the money so have to force people to use the brand new entrance.
The result. Not only does everyone have to was 3 sides of a square to get out the station and get even more angry. But it funnels all those who don't want to use the tube into the same exit as everyone who does want the tube. Its utter chaos at rush hour.
Fucking twats.