A minor...

Miracle. Just arrived at Witham and the Braintree train was still there.

Another...

Needlessly f*cked-up evenings travel thanks to the clowns running the Jubilee Line.

Tonight, these f*ckwits had every fourth train needlessly terminating at the pointless North Greenwich.

As a result, everyone on them got off at Canary Wharf and waited there for the next Stratford train.

Meaning the queues were doubled at a stroke.

Inevitably, each of the next three Stratford trains was absolutely rammed; at most just 3 or 4 people were able to board at each door. I had to wait for a new piss-poor record of 6 trains before I could finally get on.

To compound the misery, they were running with huge gaps between trains.

The only upside was that as we stood there seething waiting for the next train we weren't being regaled by the idiot on the tannoy that there was a "good service" running. Which there wasn't. Again

Adding to the misery was the obligatory slamming to a halt halfway between West Ham and Stratford to "await a free platform", and then arriving to find the obligatory 2 empty platforms.

Just shambolic.

Now I'm having to stand on the dragarsing 1820 Clacton train which at the moment seems unlikely to make the connection at Witham with the Braintree train TF Hell's incompetence made me miss.

Here we go again....

Still at Stratford. Train going nowhere at the moment.

Interestingly...

NXEA'S precious bloody inter-city trains appear to be unaffected by any overhead line problems once again.

One has just gone past us at speed.

Monday morning and already...

We're late.

Overhead wire problems is today's excuse de jour.

Dragarsing again, just passing Romford.

I've finally...

Come across a sport which I find listening about even more bloody boring than golf. F*cking tennis!

Three people, a gormless younger woman together with an older couple, possibly her parents, got on at North Greenwich.

They had obviously been at the tennis going on at the Dome, because the airheaded cow spent the entire, now seemingly, endless journey to Stratford reading crap about the players, results and statistics from her phone in a loud and bloody irritating estuary accent.

I could still hear her drivelling as I made my way to platform 10 to catch the 1716.

Another...

Crap journey thanks to.... well no-one seems to know.

We dragged all the way from Witham at about 30mph. Normally the train would average about 70mph on that journey.

15 minutes late at Stratford.

As ever we were offered no explanation; the driver was doing his best to keep us informed, but nobody saw fit to tell him what was going on.

Coupled with the slow journey was the attitude of the bastards who got on at Chelmsford.

Yet again these arseholes barged on to the train like they f*cking owned it.

They seem to think no-one else has a right to use any train that stops there. They pushed down the aisle between the seats and forced their way into seats. The behaviour is a bloody disgrace.

Well I have news for them; I actually pay more for my season ticket than they do.

Turds, every one of 'em.

How...

Much more incompetent can the f*ckwits at Stratford be?

The dot matrix displays dotted around the station are currently announcing track closures on the 12th and 13th of November.

Berks.

Yet again...

A f*ck up on the Jubilee Line turns into an even bigger  clusterf*ck when NXEA are added to an already poisonous brew.

The Clacton train has been dragarsing its way all the way to Chelmsford. It's now a good 10 minutes late.

What are the odds the tossers at Witham let the Braintree go before we get there?

Another...

F*cked up journey on the Jubilee Line again thanks to the incompetent f*ckwits at TF Hell. Bastards.

Got onto the platform at Canary Wharf to discover the next train wasn't due for 6 minutes and worse it was only going to  bloody useless North Greenwich.

The first Stratford train wasn't due for 8 f*cking endless minutes.

As usual that one was packed out, as was the train behind.

Another night where I couldn't get on for 3 trains.

Where do you get clowns as useless as the wankers running the Jubilee Line?

Another shambolic...

F*cked up journey courtesy of Tf bloody Hell.

The stupid useless empty f*cking North Greenwich train caused another huge tailback again tonight.

Three f*cking jam-packed trains went through before I was able to get on.  Huge gaps between each f*cking train and as usual, all the while the wankers were tannoying there was a "good service" running.

No there wasn't. It was shite. Like it always is nowadays.

It's getting worse as well.

God help the poor bastards using it during the Olympics fiasco next summer.

Finally...

We've arrived at Stratford; 9 minutes late.

Soon be February.

We've now...

Picked up speed again since leaving Shenfield.

But the damage has been done, and we're now between 10 and 15 minutes late.

Still no word on why.

Still no...

Information from NXEA explaining why we're running slow and late.

Still, it's too late for them to change their habits now.

Here we go...

We've suddenly slowed down and we're dragarsing between signals on the way into Chelmsford.

What price can I get on signal failure up ahead?

Twenty bloody...

Minutes late at Witham thanks to the wankers at NXEA.

Unbelievably the Clacton train we had to wait for was the one that's supposed to get to Witham 5 minutes AFTER this one.

They f*cked us up to get that bloody train back on time! And then the stupid cow on the tannoy at Witham implied it was OUR fault we were late.

It's crystal clear where Braintree comes on NXEA'S list of priorities when it comes to deciding who gets f*cked over first.

With their...

Usual breathtaking arrogant incompetence, NXEA have again decided that the poor bloody sods who travel to and from Braintree every day, paying the thick end of four grand for the dubious privilege of occasionally being offered the opportunity to travel in one of their shit box trains should be shafted again tonight.

Being shunted into siding every night to allow a f*cking untouchable Inter Shitty to go past is one thing. Forcing us to wait for a late f*cking Clacton one most certainly isn't.

Why do those bastards get priority when they're late? We never ever do.

Cocks.

As usual...

NXEA are incapable of running anything on time.

Everything is at least 10 minutes late. And no explanation again.

Another...

Crapulous f*cked up evenings travel courtesy of London Underground.

Why do these demented clowns insist on running empty trains to North bloody Greenwich? No f*cker ever gets off there.

The next train is always packed out so the majority of people waiting at Canary Wharf have to get the third train to leave after they've got onto the platform.

Stupid.