and you’re back in the room

03Jan08

And that is how it felt this lunchtime as I headed to work. I should have expected it, really. No snow meant that the trains were running fine so I should have just KNOWN that something miserable would happen to me at Victoria just to even it all out a bit. I mean, there has to be some commuting mishap every working day. It’s the law.

So, there I was hurrying down the Underground (ok, so it’s only one stop, so shoot me, it was cold!!) and I just knew I should have about turned because of the chaos in the main hall thanks to a replacement bus service for the Victoria line turning already dumb and irritating tourists into a whole new breed of stupid fuckwits, but I was down there by that point so I laboured on through the mill to the Circle and District line gates.

Whoosh, and I was through and bearing a hard left. The iPod was going full steam, I was back in the city swing, the fast pace had resumed, suit crisp, coat done up tight, head high – it was like I had never had that Christmas holiday at all.

BLAAAAM!!!

Some tw*t tourist took out BOTH of my knees by reversing his (yes, you guessed it!) FUCKING WHEELIE SUITCASE straight into me. Of course, I very loudly swore at him and he looked at me with big frightened rabbit eyes and a face that said “I have no idea what you are talking about” in whatever language it was travelling through his tiny, little brain. So, I snarled at him and yelled “Jesus!!!” (doesn’t matter where you’re from, you know what that means – either someone is narked or they are praying which may actually be not all that unlikely on the London Underground) before shoving past and continuing on my (now-pissing awful) journey.

Yeah, back at work.

Had to visit Mr TT for a mocha within an hour. Meh. And Greggs to get a BIG FAT iced bun as well.

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