Here’s a little philosophical question to beguile you over the weekend.
If nobody on the platform at Kew Bridge could see or hear the drunk guy who was ranting at the tannoy announcements this evening, how come they managed to form an invisible cordon sanitaire around him so that, curiously, he was totally unable to meet anyone’s eye? And how come everybody just happened to randomly get on any carriage apart from the one he was getting on?
He was ranting at the wrong target anyway. Yes the train was five minutes late and four carriages short but we laugh at these piddling inconveniences. The announcements he should have been ranting at were the weekend travel ones where they use exactly the same recorded message, albeit chopped around a bit in the computer, to tell you that there will be no engineering works affecting this station this weekend, as to tell you that there will be engineering works affecting this station this weekend. Whichever way round, the announcement is made in such a honeyed and happy voice it makes it sound as though they have thrown out your entire weekend’s travel plans as some sort of a special treat especially for you.
Still my travel plans this weekend are precisely zero as I shall be huddling indoors against the cold for most of it. Whatever your plans are, I hope you have a good weekend and you don’t get fobbed off with the dreaded ‘bus replacement service’ during any part of it.