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.