I woke up this morning in a relatively good mood, nothing much had crossed my path to set me at odds with the world, I even got to see my sexy postie, now their is a woman I would happily take to me bed (sorry I got distracted).
So my day got off to a positive start, all things looked good and I left for work in a positive mood.
I drove down to Wellingborough station, had a little chin wag about the weather with the ladies in the station shop, pottered across the bridge and waited until my train arrived. I boarded my train to London, sat in a nice peaceful carraige with just me and three other travellers and we all set off towards London.
Then it happened...
BEDFORD.
My journey went from nice and peaceful to LOUD and stressfull as a hoard of women boarded the train and the decibel level went from a soothing rumble to 1,000,000 decibles, I turned the volume on my iPhone to maximum and still the drone of voices cut through my pleasure of listening to Iron Maiden.
Then the situation got worse.
LUTON.
As the train pulled slowly into Luton station, it ground to a halt, the doors opened and another hoard of women got on and the decibel level reached 3,000,000,000,000 and my ears started to bleed, how could my poor headphones cope with this level of volume
AH HA, EUREKA, WOOHOO and all those other exclimations that make a man happy.
SLIPKNOT.
But no, even this was defeated in the decibel war and my heart began to sink and the two parties tried to out do each other with who could be the loudest.
Finally my goal was in sight
LONDON ST PANCRAS.
I alighted the train like a frollicking child, I had finally escaped the hoards of women and my ears were no longer suffering a battering of both music and womens voices... I was free.
That was until I reached the gate line at the end of the platform. For some reason, the East Midlands Train staff had swapped everything around, the exit gates were on entry and the entry gates were on exit, then the area outside the gate line was cordoned off with barriers directing customers towards the first set of escalators, considering I use this station most days, I headed towards the second set of escalators as these are usually less crowded as everyone tries to use the first set immidiately outside the gate line.
I arrived at the escalator and as I was about to board them to travel down int the depths of St Pancras, I noticed both were set for up.
BUGGER.
I finally worked out a different escape route and fled the station as quickly as possible and made my way into work where I made myself a lovely first coffee of the day and relaxed...
1 comment:
Nice to have a work place to get away from it all. I was born in St Pancras. Not the station. Nearby I believe.
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