...at that festering shower of shit that is NXEA have a bloody clue what they're playing at?
Having arrived on platform 10A at Stratford in plenty of time for the 1809 to Braintree, the useless tossers there decide the train's not going to use that platform, probably because it'll f*ck up the arrival of a more important bloody Southend train, oh no, they have to make everyone waiting for the Braintree service trek all the f*cking way across to platform 8.
Of course the arseholes couldn't be arsed to hold the train which was pulling in even as we were running around the f*cking place trying to negotiate the mindless maze of tunnels and stairways.
Oh no, the f*cking door beepers were going off well before I managed to get on.
Wankers
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