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Thursday, 29 January 2004

Oooh it looks like 'Weather' here

It's a layer of ice on top of snow, on top of ice. Shall I drive, or shall I take the train?

I have a meeting somewhere I'm not sure of from six till seven. I'm supposed to be in a suit. Sod that. I'm in combats, boots and an oversized sweater that I've slept in.

If I get the train, traditionally, I try to arrive four hours late if it's snowing, so that the boss doesn't get too comfortable. It also means I'll have to walk - or rather, tentatively slip and slide to the address I'm not totally sure about - to the meeting. I'm willing to bet I'd be an hour late for that.

Hmmm. Train has coffee and croissants. Car has heater and black ice. Train has cancellation excuses. Car has traffic jam excuses. No gloves - Tybalt chucked em away. Croissants. Coffee. Train wins.

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Updated: Thursday, 29 January 2004 7:05 AM GMT
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Thursday, 29 January 2004 - 11:01 AM GMT

Name: Francesca
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Tybalt chucked your gloves away ?

Anyone touches my gloves, the consequences are dire. I get very cold hands, you see.

Thursday, 29 January 2004 - 11:14 AM GMT

Name: csf
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i cant find my gloves either.
they were leather too.
brown and soft inside.
and i cant put my hands in my pockets, i need my arms for balance.

but you know the croissants will be stale and the coffee sub-standard.
i feel for you.

Thursday, 29 January 2004 - 11:25 AM GMT

Name: pan
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Coffee? croissants? what kind of train do you get? Some sort of posh persons train, apparently ;-)

All we get on my train is gravel.

Thursday, 29 January 2004 - 11:41 AM GMT

Name: sarah

Gravel? Gravel? That's posh where I come from, our trains are also used for transporting billious cows, and all we get to eat are the train driver's toenail clippings.

Thursday, 29 January 2004 - 12:28 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Hah - Pan, you live in Norf Larndahn, where the tubes run. I work in Sarf Larndahn, where we have to use overground lines. The upside is all the overground train stations serve fancy refreshments. Blackfriars chocolate croissants are particularly tasty. So yah boo sucks to yer, Northerners.

Thursday, 29 January 2004 - 12:46 PM GMT

Name: Legomen
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Sarf-vest Larndahn 'as fancy refreshments too, innit. Although some of our machines got taken for fancy city types oo 'ave 'ad theres nicked.

We only 'as duff trains as we is on a branch line and only poor people use the train...

Thursday, 29 January 2004 - 1:47 PM GMT

Name: Laura
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They don't serve fancy refreshments at Lower Sydenham station. They quite often don't even have trains

Thursday, 29 January 2004 - 2:15 PM GMT

Name: wifflewiffle
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You have trains, and you're complaining? We don't even have trains here! We ride cows to work! And I tell you, when you, it gets mightily crowded when we have more than 40 guys one cow, it's udderly disgraceful.

Thursday, 29 January 2004 - 3:17 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Jebus, don't remind me. The journey from Lewisham to Lower Sydenham used to be the most arduous of any I can remember. Five minutes in a car, up to an hour via poxy, graffitied, smelly, pikey-laden public transport.

Still, on Sunday, when I move there, I can 'work to make it better', nuh?

Thursday, 29 January 2004 - 3:18 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Oy - there's a fancy cappucino stand at Lewisham, though, outside. In the cold. And it's but a short walk to Savacentre, where the tea is warmly stewed...

Thursday, 29 January 2004 - 4:06 PM GMT

Name: laura

The journey back from London at 6.30 is the worst thing about it. I'm almost in tears by the time I get to my trusty old banger. Only problem is, I had to abandon it at the station last night and walk home, god forbid, rounding off a thoroughly f ucking shite journey home

Friday, 30 January 2004 - 12:01 AM GMT

Name: Nursie
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I'm lucky if get to grab a bear claw at the diner before rushing to the train. What kinda trains you got over there? Are they like the Orient Express - ie, knifings in the darkness and little guys with wax mustaches looking at you funny whilst hurtling through the verdant countryside?

Friday, 30 January 2004 - 7:17 AM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Um, yeah. Staffed by old gents who were once colonels, to carry your luggage. The steam sometimes inconveniences one during the traditional English tearful goodbye snog.

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