NetworkRail suck.

OK. I am not in Sunderland.

Apparently a few gusts of wind cause absolute havoc to our crumbling rail infrastructure. When I got to the station the machine wouldn't pritn my forty quid ticket and I was told I had to get a changing train so I could get to Newcastle due to electrics trouble up near Durham. But then the train I was meant to catch got delayed between London and Stevenage because a line came down in Hatfield (FUCKING Hatfield. I've always hated you!). So my dad called my mum to tell her and she basically said "Fuck it, we'll drive her up on Saturday."

This means I didn't spend hours on cold wet rail platforms. It means I get to travel up to Sunderland in style (OK, in a Renault Scenic, whatever) and my mam will buy me tons of food from Sainsburys...

I got to go back to sleep. I got to finish watching S1 of Friends.
I still have digital tv till then.

AND i will get to take my shiny gold guitar. Life is not so bad.

But NetworkRail still suck.

NetworkRail suck.

OK. I am not in Sunderland.

Apparently a few gusts of wind cause absolute havoc to our crumbling rail infrastructure. When I got to the station the machine wouldn't pritn my forty quid ticket and I was told I had to get a changing train so I could get to Newcastle due to electrics trouble up near Durham. But then the train I was meant to catch got delayed between London and Stevenage because a line came down in Hatfield (FUCKING Hatfield. I've always hated you!). So my dad called my mum to tell her and she basically said "Fuck it, we'll drive her up on Saturday."

This means I didn't spend hours on cold wet rail platforms. It means I get to travel up to Sunderland in style (OK, in a Renault Scenic, whatever) and my mam will buy me tons of food from Sainsburys...

I got to go back to sleep. I got to finish watching S1 of Friends.
I still have digital tv till then.

AND i will get to take my shiny gold guitar. Life is not so bad.

But NetworkRail still suck.