I changed jobs a year or so ago. I had a nice gentle commute that took me 15 minutes door-to-door, and where the only obstacles were sheep on the road and the occasional cyclist.
Yet because I am evidently certifiable, I traded in this gentle bucolic jaunt to give myself over to the murk and depravity of public transport. Admittedly, I don’t do this daily, there are usually a couple of days a week where the furthest I have to commute is from the bed to the desk (sofa), but when I do, it’s often a disaster.
Boarding a train out of Paddington in rush hour is often like brawling to get on the last chopper out of Saigon, and the regional services are no more fun.
To this end, I started capturing my commuting highlights on my Facebook page, mainly out of sheer horror and desperation. Friends often remark on these when they see me, and I have to frequently assure people that I “do not make this s**t up” and every one is a genuine event.
So I thought I’d share these on here, so that those of you fortunate enough not to be friends with me can also marvel and despair at the antics of your fellow man.