I had the pleasure of travelling into London last week on a little business. I'm lucky enough to live near a High-Speed terminal, so I thought it'd be a hoot to grab my biking gear as dear old Boris Johnson (London's Mayor) is always going on about biking in London. He flips flops on the subject a lot, but hey!
Strike one. No bikes on the train
"What?" says I.
"No bikes on the train unless they are folding ones" says a stern BR chap who looks like he last smiled on his eleventh birthday before his drunk dad came in and stepped on the cake.
"But that's ridculous" says I.
"Don't look at me mate, those are the rules while the Olympics are on."
I argue a bit. All trains have a spot for bikes but then a police officer hanging around by the barriers spots me, and gives me a look that suggests that I should come and have a go if I think I'm hard enough, so grumbling, I lock my bike up.
Strike two. Everyone wants to go the Olympics on my train
Good god. Both going there and coming back, the train was packed like it was peak time. This was going at half 1 in the afternoon, and the train is twelve carriages long! Maybe it was my bad luck, but the people I was sat next to both ways were visibly and very audibly drunk.
Strike three. Olympics or not, trains still don't run
Thanks to someone who wanted to end it all in the most spectacular way possible, I sat for ages in a train that went nowhere. I was then shunted back to the station I just came from, and told to jump on a bus. I was quite upset, as was a lot of other people. And now I was packed like a sardine into a coach with the same drunk people as before!!! >_<
London was alright though. Was expecting to see more people due to the olympics. Guess they're all at Stratford.