Wonders will...

Never cease. Finally, the tannoy speakers on platform 10A at Stratford are working.

At last we're no longer obliged to strain to hear announcements from platform 10. And it only took them 4 months to do it!

Even so, it's a welcome improvement.

For the second...

Time this week the dullard incompetents at TfL managed too f*ck another evenings travel with another broken down train at Stratford causing eastbound services to block back.
So once again making the effort to catch the tube early was rewarded with another 15 minute stop between Canary  Wharf and North Greenwich.  Inevitably, I wasn't in time to get the 1809. And the 1820 was too packed to even board.
These tossers seem to have hired NXEA to manage their maintenance.
Wankers.

Yet more...

Inexcusable stupidity from the Kings of stupidity.

I've now discovered the wankers at Witham actually ran a Braintree service which they connected the Clacton service to.

The useless f*ckers didn't actually bother to communicate that fact to the poor sods who weren't able to get the Clacton train because the dimwits didn't tell them the Braintree was canceled until AFTER the f*cking thing had gone.

The incompetence just keeps  on coming on an industrial scale.

They're taking...

The piss now.
The useless bastards have canceled the 1809, but they couldn't be arsed to actually tell anyone.
I was at Shenfield on a Southend train before I discovered it was the wrong train and even then I only discovered my train been canceled because they don't maintain them properly via.an email that should have been sent half an hour before out was. Wankers all of them.
Even if they had bothered to announce the cancellation on their useless tannoy system, (which they didn't) there's no guarantee we would have heard out on platform 10A in any case.
So now I'm stuck at bloody Shenfield watching a procession of f*cking Southend trains go by with nothing going towards Witham.
I really can't wait for February now. Bastards.

Another day...

Another bolloxed journey.

NXEA's piss-poor maintenance meant the 0726 from Braintree was canceled again this morning.

This resulted in the usual scramble for seats as 20 carriages worth of passengers tried to find somewhere to sit on an 8 carriage train.

Still, soon be February.

Another bolloxed...

Evenings travel courtesy of TfL.

Their crap maintenance meant another of their piece of shit trains broke down at Stratford and then the useless bloody thing failed a second time as they were taking it back to the depot.

All of which meant the train I'd again managed to catch early was left sitting in the tunnel between Greenwich and Canning Town for 15 minutes.

F*cking pathetic.

Of course I missed the 1809 and was forced to catch the 1820 Clacton train which as usual was swarming with Chelmsford arseholes.

It just...

Gets better and better.

Now we're being held at Shenfield while 2 cretins have a punch up on the platform.

Unbelievable.

Not only...

If the 1809 running late, but because NXEA don't maintain their trains properly, it's been reduced to 8 coaches instead of 12.

As a result it's absolutely swarming with arseholes traveling to Chelmsford. And three are no spare seats again.

F*cking wonderful.

Another...

F*cked evenings travel courtesy of NXEA.

The Braintree service of currently 10 minutes late and the dickheads are pushing Southend trains ahead of it.

And as usual when the 1809 is late the Chelmsford arseholes grab all the seats.

Bastards.

The muppets...

At Stratford still haven't bothered to connect the tannoys on platform 10A, but they have managed to install a load of video advertising screens over the weekend.

Ever the money grubbing tossers, they're more interested in making money from advertising than making sure their passengers can hear their announcements.

Useless as ever. Roll on February.

Just caught...

The 1809, barely. Because I was a bit late having used the DLR because the Jubilee Line was f*cked again I got on towards the back of the train which was infested by Chelmsford arseholes. Including the obligatory fat cow with her nose buried in one
of those "celebrity" magazines occupying 2 seats.

Not one of these ignorant bastards made eye contact as I sat down, nor did they make any effort to make room for me to sit.

It's a different matter in the morning when the arrogant f*ckers want a seat. I will always try to make room for them, shame they can't return the favour.

Turds.

Trespassers...

On the railway are causing the usual shambles.

As usual the wankers at Stratford haven't a bloody clue.

They're currently advising Southend passengers to get on a bloody Braintree train.

F*cking demented.

Once again...

London Underground come galloping along to completely  f*ck up my journey home again.

Tonight they took a Jubilee Line train out of service at Waterloo and sent it along the line to the West Ham depot. Next there was a long wait for a packed train for Stratford. Absolutely no one was going to get on that one.

Next was a North Greenwich, strangely no one got on that either.

Now, quite why they couldn't run this train to Stratford given the preceding train wasn't going there is something that will forever remain a mystery.

But the wankers obviously had different ideas and clearly wanted to f*ck the paying customers as much as possible. All the time we're standing there waiting for them to get their sh*t together there's this dozy dickwad on the tannoy smugly proclaiming there was "a good service on the Jubilee Line". Total bullshit.

Another long wait for the next packed Stratford train ensued.

I only just managed to squeeze on amongst the schoolkids and day bloody trippers.

The upshot was I missed the Braintree train for the second night running and am presently standing on the packed Clacton service.

So yet another claim will be winging it's way to then later tonight.

As predicted...

When we finally dragged into Witham almost 20 minutes late, the Braintree train was gone.

What was there was a f*cked-up Class 360 which I suspect was the Ipswich service which leaves Stratford at 1806, sitting alongside Platform 3, which is where northbound mainline trains normally stop.

We arrived at Platform 2, where the southbound services usually stop. This meant we had to cross over the bridge to get to Platform 4, where the Braintree trains stop.

It's also where the Station office is located and there was a gathering of seriously disgruntled passengers trying to get to Kelvedon.

Problem was, the Clacton train we arrived on doesn't stop there; neither did the Ipswich train which passed through Platform 4 without stopping while we were there. One individual was just about to lose it, he was not a happy bunny. He was bawling at the staff trying to get them to tell him whether the Clacton train at Platform 2 stopped there. Trouble was the staff were pointedly ignoring him.

Eventually he got so pissed off he took off across the bridge threatening to pull the alarm on the Clacton 321. I have no idea if he actually did; I abandoned the railway at this point and got a lift home.

Un-f*cking-believable.

Currently...

Stopped between Hatfield Peveral and Witham. Yet another signal failure coupled with a broken down train.

What's the betting the wankers have already allowed the Braintree train to go?

What's the point...

Of leaving work on time only to end up standing on a sweltering Jubilee Line train which arrives at Stratford 20 minutes late and more than 5 minutes AFTER the Braintree train has gone ?

Useless twats.

Another...

Late arrival at Stratford this morning.

Just...

Had an ignorant fat cow in a pink top barge her way in front of me in the queue for the Jubilee Line at Canary Wharf.

We've just been...

Slung off the Jubilee Line train on which I was travelling to Canary Wharf.

Apparently there's a broken down train ahead of us and a train stuck between stations behind us.

All through this shambles the dot matrix displays are proudly announcing the Jubilee Line has what is laughably described as good service"

Yet another...

F*cked up evenings travel courtesy of NXEA and National bloody Rail.
Bastards.

Allegedly there are signal problems  tonight so  the trains are being royally screwed again.

The 1809 was absolutely rammed with the arseholes travelling to bloody Chelmsford. We had'em all tonight, bastards.

The train was jammed with fat twats sitting in the corner seats fast asleep with their gobs open.

then as soon as we get to Chelmsford the bloody train empties out faster than a swimming pool with a turd floating in it.

Arseholes all of 'em.

Guess what?

We're running late again.

Oh what a surprise!