Clank
2015-01-25 17:06:43 UTC
Seriously, this country; it's a bloody disgrace.
I have spent more time this afternoon travelling from Stansted to Gatwick
than it took to get from Bucharest to Gatwick. Had I known in advance I
would foolishly not have agreed to meet friends in town, on the assumption
that 6 hours was more than enough time to transfer between London airports,
and just booked a coach - but evidently I've been out of the country too
long and forgotten that the country writes "Here be dragons" over the
weekends in their diaries.
So the Stansted Express isn't running; congratulations on the absolutely
total ansence if any signage at Stansted airport to that effect.
Fortunately, I found out via my mobile. Oh, no signage to the replacement
buses either, but no problem, the man at the information desk was at least
able to tell me it was stand 37, the furthest from thevterminal. Christ
knows how anyone could have found that by luck.
He was nearly right as well; turns out it was the bus at stand 36, the one
without a destination shown. The bus driver at Stand 38 was kind enough to
tell me, since there were no railway staff to be seen.
On the bright side, the rail replacement bus only took half an hour longer
than claimed (at 90 minutes) to reach Liverpool street. This magnificent
timing achieved by driving very very slowly but helpfully avoiding any
intermediate stops (e.g. Tottenham Hale) on one of the approximately two
tube lines that could be arsed to run today.
Still, good job I didn't go to the Victoria line because I might have been
tempted to try a train from there - a mistake because there is evidently
engineering work between Victoria and Clapham.
So probably a good thing I made my way to London Bridge. Being a brave
soul, I ignored the fact the station entrance is closed and found my way
in.
Wisely I ignored the signs telling me the train was "Delayed". I know
better than that - when it just says "Delayed" but you can see the train,
get on anyway - good job, because it actually left on time. Pity the fools
still on the platform.
I made it to Croydon to meet aforementioned friends for a full half hour.
I write this rant from the overcrowded Southern service to Brighton (via
Gatwick.) Why is it overcrowded, you ask? Why, because the Thameslink I
was going to catch was cancelled, of course!
How the fuck do you live in this country?
I have spent more time this afternoon travelling from Stansted to Gatwick
than it took to get from Bucharest to Gatwick. Had I known in advance I
would foolishly not have agreed to meet friends in town, on the assumption
that 6 hours was more than enough time to transfer between London airports,
and just booked a coach - but evidently I've been out of the country too
long and forgotten that the country writes "Here be dragons" over the
weekends in their diaries.
So the Stansted Express isn't running; congratulations on the absolutely
total ansence if any signage at Stansted airport to that effect.
Fortunately, I found out via my mobile. Oh, no signage to the replacement
buses either, but no problem, the man at the information desk was at least
able to tell me it was stand 37, the furthest from thevterminal. Christ
knows how anyone could have found that by luck.
He was nearly right as well; turns out it was the bus at stand 36, the one
without a destination shown. The bus driver at Stand 38 was kind enough to
tell me, since there were no railway staff to be seen.
On the bright side, the rail replacement bus only took half an hour longer
than claimed (at 90 minutes) to reach Liverpool street. This magnificent
timing achieved by driving very very slowly but helpfully avoiding any
intermediate stops (e.g. Tottenham Hale) on one of the approximately two
tube lines that could be arsed to run today.
Still, good job I didn't go to the Victoria line because I might have been
tempted to try a train from there - a mistake because there is evidently
engineering work between Victoria and Clapham.
So probably a good thing I made my way to London Bridge. Being a brave
soul, I ignored the fact the station entrance is closed and found my way
in.
Wisely I ignored the signs telling me the train was "Delayed". I know
better than that - when it just says "Delayed" but you can see the train,
get on anyway - good job, because it actually left on time. Pity the fools
still on the platform.
I made it to Croydon to meet aforementioned friends for a full half hour.
I write this rant from the overcrowded Southern service to Brighton (via
Gatwick.) Why is it overcrowded, you ask? Why, because the Thameslink I
was going to catch was cancelled, of course!
How the fuck do you live in this country?