Trains

I fucking hate trains.

I just managed to jump on the Guildford train tonight with a few seconds to spare. It was delayed, but that was all it said.

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The train started to move off slowly. The conductor checked my ticket… “it’s not stopping at Wokingham tonight” he said and casually strolled off…. erm… !!

Then he checked the next guy’s ticket… “we’re not stopping at Wokingham tonight” he said again…. erm eeeek!

Me & the other guy looked at each other, then looked at the conductor. Surely he must be joking? Nope. ‘fraid not. The train wasn’t going to stop for an hour…. yes, an hour. Unlike my usual 10 minute train journey I would have to go all the way to Guildford… then get on another train all the way back to Wokingham.

The irony being that they were desperately trying to get someone to take a CD down to our office in Guildford today & everyone told them where to shove it…

Thank God for mass panic though. 5 people fretting about being stranded in Surrey proved enough for the guard to sort out a very brief stop in Wokingham where we very near fell out of the doors & ran. I almost cried in relief. We were fully expecting the driver to travel through Wokingham really slowly & maybe even stop without opening the doors… just to tease us. Train drivers are sadistic little fuckers in my experience… not that I’ve ever shagged a train driver… erm… no. I don’t think I have anyway. Although Paul, your Dad worked for British Rail didn’t he? And I saw him naked! Hahaha ;o)

Anyhoo, now I am home… and safe… and very relieved. Ahhhh…. *sigh*