Tonight. Overhead line problems is the excuse de jour.
Got to Stratford to see the 1809 Braintree train being shown on the dot-matrix displays as leaving from platform 8. Unusual, but not unheard of.
Typically, there were no tannoy announcements being made to inform anyone where the f*cking thing was actually going to be stopping.
As a result, I just about managed to struggle onto platform 8 to find it jammed with metro passengers. Not a good sign.
Then, before I knew it the bloody 1809 had departed, on time, from platform 10A. Un-f*cking-believable. If only because normally it's never, ever, on time!!
To compound this shit, the later Clacton train which has gone from platform 10 every night since Pontius was a Pilate also left from platform 10A. I know, because when it went I was on platform 10 where the dot-matrices were telling all and sundry it would be going from, waiting for it like a f*cking lemon.
At the time, there was a bloody through train for Colchester stopped on platform 10.
All the time this madness was going on not one worthwhile tannoy message was made by the clowns running the station. And the ones that were being made were the "f*ck off and use a different method of travel" ones that are now standard whenever the system implodes, together with announcements about the f*cking Metro services using platform 8.
Not one announcement informing Mainline passengers what the f*ck was going on was made, not one. We could go get f*cked as far as the tossers at Stratford were concerned. Which is quite incredible really, given the usual verbal diarrhoea of the wankers on the tannoy.
F*cking ridiculous.
Only 10 more days of these useless bastards to get through.
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