Another day where I think “oh my god, what shall I write today” as I sit on the bus home. Everyone’s days are made up of minutiae (ffs WordPress, please sort your dictionary, it really is minutiae, not minutia) , the boring flotsam and jetsam which consumes us.
I texted @rubbishwife…
Me: I don’t know what to blog again
RW: Blog about your singalong on the train…Or blog about your weekend plans – we’re nearly there…
Me: MrS and I are staying in bed ALL weekend. So I can’t blog about that.
RW: Blog about your thoughts on the Oscar Pistorious trial?
Me: He’s guilty. No blog there
RW: What about a funny one about scotland – no more tartan, bagpipes Edinburgh rock or deep fried mars bars ;)
Me: It’s called Life and love and LONDON
RW: London won’t be the same without some tartan. And you’re right. Best not to mention the weekend….
I would like to point out that I didn’t actually singalong on the train. I just THREATENED to. To cheer up all the commuters who were even more fed up than usual because the South Eastern Rail franchise has been renewed until 2018. South Eastern are rubbish. I know I’ve not been using them very long, but that doesn’t give me any less right to say that. Bad service is bad service, whether it’s once or continuous. I know they are not the only badly run rail company in this country. They’re also not the only one to have increased the price of season tickets above inflation. Again. My train was 14 minutes late arriving at its destination this morning. Last night my train home was 10 minutes late. This morning, in a carriage meant to seat approximately 50 there were at least 90 people crammed in. All paying an average of £2k a year for the privilege. And there were nine other identical carriages.