There's something quite pitiful in being a supporter of public transport use. You argue with the petrol heads, you fight against an employer who's congenitally biased against the railways, you correct a million misconceptions. And then, like this evening, the whole system conspires to shit on you.
I've just arrived home after a 4h35 minute journey from Windsor to home, which should take 2h20. Late at night, with two exhausted children, we had one train from our generous hourly service cancelled for no apparent reason, and then a second held for half an hour eight miles from home while engineers tried to repair the collapsing infrastructure.
In a more thoughtful mood, I might want to blame the chronic stop-go investment of the last fifty years, combined with an archaic unionised employment structure that makes the old East Germany look like Google.
At the moment, I want to find the house of SET's chief executive, and piss on the walls.
11:40:27 PM 
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