Thursday 15 December 2011

Guess what?

Despite National Rail claiming they've now fixed the f*cked up signals at Stratford, I arrived there  tonight to find there are still delays.

It's gone beyond a joke now, it's a downright bloody disgrace. Over 2 weeks of f*cked up trains now and still counting.

The latest train to arrive here so far is the 1803 Southend service.

Unbelievably...

It's happened again!

The f*cking signals around Stratford are bolloxed again.

The 0812 is currently nowhere to be seen.

Words fail me.

Wednesday 14 December 2011

Twenty minutes...

Late and still we get shunted onto the Chelmsford passing loop to allow a poxy Inter City past.

F*ck the poor bloody commuters who have paid NXEA almost 4 grand a year for this shit, can't let the trains that make the most in subsidies run later than necessary.

Burning at the stake...

Is too good for the f*cking cretin making the tannoy announcements at Stratford.

This moron has had everyone running backwards and forwards to and from platforms 10 and 10A as he tries to get his brain cell around the f*cked up trains here tonight.

To compound the misery, platform 10A has become the go-to platform for just about every bloody train going to Southend.

Idiot.

Nineteen miserable....

Minutes late leaving f*cking Stratford. Bastards.

And tonight's...

Excuses for another f*ck up is "point failure".

Everything running at least 15 minutes late, though you wouldn't think so from the robotic "apologies".

Not once for at least 2 weeks now has there _not_ been a f*ck up on this joke of a railway line at some point during one or the other, and frequently both, rush hours.

February really cannot come soon enough now.

Tuesday 13 December 2011

NXEA's incompetence...

Continues right to the bitter end.

Another f*cked days travel.

There are currently signalling problems somewhere around Stratford. It's completed bolloxed everything.

So as usual the dickwads at NXEA immediately start cancelling services and, as usual, the Braintree line is the first victim.

Once again the 0812 has been unceremoniously binned.

Yet again the wankers didn't have the courage or courtesy to actually tell the poor bastards they were shafting that they were being shafted. Not one tannoy message so far, not one. The only email I received was the usual vague "may be cancelled" one.

The 0900 is roughly half an hour late at the moment. I can see that one getting the chop as well.

Soon be February.

At  least the new lot are contractually obliged to keep people informed. It may not stop the f*ck ups, but at least we'll know about them sooner.

Monday 12 December 2011

Twenty minutes...

Late leaving Witham.

The commuter...

Services may be totally up the shitter again tonight, but the poxy Inter Cities are still running on time.

Currently 15 minutes late at Witham waiting for the Clacton connection, which has been kept waiting in turn for an Inter City to go past.

Amazing.

Another...

Shambolic evening on the country's worst railway. No idea why, no-one's letting on as usual.

10 minutes late leaving Stratford and then we stopped.

Bloody hopeless.

Thursday 8 December 2011

Every night...

This week I've travelled home seated near the most unbelievably miserable individual it has ever been my misfortune to encounter.

Each night as we approached Witham she has received a call on her mobile from someone, and  every time she has then conducted the conversation using the most awful, whiney, misery inducing voice.

On a couple of occasions I felt like offering her a weapon so she put herself and us out of her misery.

Friday 2 December 2011

Whilst...

We're stuck here at Stratford waiting for the Braintree service, we're being treated to two cretins competing over the tannoy, announcing and then re-announcing each late-running  train.

You really couldn't make up this kind of lunacy.

Yet another...

Bolloxed evenings travel in prospect thanks to NXEAs piss-poor maintenance.

Everything is running at least 15 minutes late from Stratford.

I just keep telling myself it'll soon be February.