by Neil | Feb 26, 2008 | Comedy, commuting, humor, Humour, Personal, Random
Another train story for your enjoyment. No, not the return of the infamous butt clencher, today’s man of the moment was of a different order completely. And it wasn’t just me but the whole carriage he freaked out. Now *coughs* I freely admit I’m no...by Neil | Feb 12, 2008 | commuting, humor, Humour, Life, London, Random, Travel, why, why is it always me
Commuting is a funny old game, as a writer it can be a great place to people watch. Sometimes funny, sometimes sad, sometimes interesting and sometimes downright odd there’s always something to keep you amused. And so I guess I kind of deserved what happened...by Neil | Jan 28, 2008 | commuting, lack of loos, Life, London, pedestrian rage, smart monkeys dumb animals, Thoughts, why
It’s amazing isn’t it? I’m sat here in Charing Cross station writing a blog post on my handheld. Yet we still can’t build a station in Central London with capacity for more than ten people and a small dog to sit down. Similarly you can buy a...by Neil | Jan 7, 2008 | ballistic fat welshman, commuting, cycling, Life, London, Personal, Random, time for a change, Travel
NB – How come both ticket machines aren’t working? SER* – Rush hour innit. 600 stations all trying to access the system at the same time. Stands to reason: system overload. NB – So you’re saying that the system can’t handle ticket purchases during...by Neil | Dec 13, 2007 | commuting, just plain odd, London, Neil is a wuss, Personal, rambling post that goes all over the place, time for a change
London. It’s a funny place. I work in the West End, just on the edge of where Soho meets Oxford Street, and at this time of year I usually think twice about venturing too far from the office due to the mass of Christmas shoppers. There’s something about...by Neil | Sep 13, 2007 | Comedy, commuting, humor, Humour, Life, London, Travel, why is it always me
It occurred to me this morning as I sat wedged between a particularly loud, smelly commuter with no concept of personal space and a grimy train window, that commuting, by public transport at least, is not a practice that has been designed with pleasure in mind. Not so...