Trains, Planes and delays ...

I was walking across the concourse at Charing Cross this morning. As I reached the bit by platform 5 stroke 6 there was a throng, no a plethora of suits. Some with clipboards, some with shoes. It appeared to be some sort of meet the management forum, but hey ... who knows? Anyway there were a few punters, but not many. It wasn't advertised, there was no one there telling people what it was ... just a typical Network Rail fuck up.

I've been lax again folks, but I've realised that I've still got shed loads to chat about. So if you can bare with me ...

My tune of the day: I don't want to see myself - Terry Callier