London Underground

Train journeys are hilariously frustrating. 

I often travel via train as I don’t drive, and I don’t begrudge that decision. I travel into and out of London more times that I can care to imagine, and however much I find our capital city beautiful and a never-ending source of pride for our brilliant nation, the underground is London’s armpit. This is perhaps both literal and metaphorical, it’s smelly, sweaty and generally uncomfortable. 

People also seem to lose their manners. Thats a sweeping statement, because i’m speaking from experience the underground rapidly transforms me into a homicidal manic (more than usual). 

The northern line is the bane. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO GO DOWN FOUR FLIGHTS OF STAIRS TO GET THERE?

“It’s the deepest tube line” I hear you stutter. I couldn’t give a monkeys, if Apple can make a phone that you can hold a conversation with, London Underground can install a few more lifts that aren’t as old as Boris Johnson’s wig. 

That was a cheap dig at Boris and I apologise. However, you get my drift. It is utterly naive of the underground to think they can keep pushing peoples paitence. One day, someone will snap - and at this rate, that someone will most likely be me.

Rant over.