I knew the trains were fucked but only when I arrived as there was no live running information available this evening and apparently there was a broken down train at St Johns causing the usual congestion bollocks and so all trains were fucked. I am on the 18.37 that arrived at 18.40 and is pulling out of Cannon Street at 18.50 – thanks, fuckers, none of us wanted to get home on time anyway. I did manage to get a picture of the giant Tower 42 poppy for you this evening if you haven’t had a chance to see it and I imagine it will be gone after tomorrow. Thrilling, hey? Ugh I can’t be arsed this evening but I know I have neglected you of late after battling with phone issues. Oh the Sony phone is now at Sony and this is week three of being in for repair. Carphone had to send it off as they couldn’t fix it but I’m glad it really is that fucked to merit being returned to the manufacturer so I could even get a HAB – handset and battery for those non-phone-nerds – replacement which is a refurbished phone with a guarantee. If that breaks three times then you get a brand new handset rather than the refurb model. More thrilling info for you – I bet you lived for that knowledge. I can thank god for my BlackBerry though as it is reliable and the battery is great. Just loading up at London Bridge and th miserable fuckers with delusions of grandeur have all piled on. Who am I kidding? They get on at every single stop. I must post now as I have nothing else to moan about and my arm is aching.
Sorry for the spelling mistakes but it was posted with WordPress for BlackBerry dahling.
Observations Of A Commuter 
Leave a reply if you aren't going to moan about Greece