First Crapital must love a Sunday.
Let the contractors loose 'mending' the network, rent a few buses and then bugger off to the pub for the day.
This Sunday was no exception.
1. King's Cross Train terminated at Finsbury Park on the way down - about 6 minutes before it arrrived at, you guessed it, Finsbury Park staion. No staff to help direct when we got there although, true to form, they managed to get a pair of Revenue Controllers on the bloody train. Got to make us pay for this crap service, haven't they! Bastards.
2. Upon my return, I checked the website before leaving work for signal problems. Everything seemed fine. King's Cross to Royston leaving at 16.03. Less than an hour. Sorted.
Arrived at Kings Cross to be greeted by this:
No reasons given. Probably all too busy in the pub.
Bastards.
Eventually made it to Finsbury Park. To be greeted by this:
The bloke in the doorway knew slightly less about what was going on than we did. Bastard.
3. Finally, finally got to Royston. To find this - check the terror in the eyes!
Platform 1 was mobbed by confused people - crammed and crushed in the rain on a platform that was too small to cope with the volume. Health and saftey eat your hearts out. There was some staff around. They did a lot of shouting but not much helping.
Bastards. Bastards. Bastards.
It's bad enough travelling by train during the week. Sunday is a bloody nightmare.
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