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?
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?
The "rail replacement" service on the Greenwich Line this weekend (Buses packed to the rafters but strangely only about three people actually enter Plumstead Station when it unloads) will no doubt kick off the Pantomime Season for most people traveling........
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.
Wanted to laugh but ended up crying into the corner of a train between the toilet and the door to the next carriage into which I am squashed with 15 other people. As for the second day running not only is the train inexplicably cut from 12 carriages to 8, with no explanation, apology or warning, but one of the 8 carriages that have turned up is locked shut due to a 'power issue'. What are the odds of that happening 2 days running. Seriously if the carriage has an issue take it out of service and stick another one there while you repair it. Don't continue to send it up and down the line hoping that near suicidal commuters won't notice.
I'm squashed between a tall sweaty man's armpit and a fat woman's gut.
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?
And freezing in winter?
Are there a million diseases in your car which the constant delays and cancellations causing you to be so run down you are more vulnerable to them meaning you are constantly in a state somewhere between dead and under the weather.
Do other people spill McDonalds all over the seats in your car?
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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.
I'm squashed between a tall sweaty man's armpit and a fat woman's gut.
Are there a million diseases in your car which the constant delays and cancellations causing you to be so run down you are more vulnerable to them meaning you are constantly in a state somewhere between dead and under the weather.
Do other people spill McDonalds all over the seats in your car?