I had the tremendous satisfaction of handing over a handful of compensation vouchers to pay for my Oyster card top-up. That'll keep me going 'til christmas.
My commute to Central London used to take about an hour from the tube station to my work. For the last month or so, this has routinely become 1:15 to 1:30. Frequency of trains has dropped, and each train goes even slower. All this means that trains become fuller quicker, and everyone gets miserable. There were a few letters in one of the free London papers the other day suggesting we should talk to each other more often and, basically, enjoy it more. Sorry, but a) it's too much trouble and b) I'm tired.
I prefer the unsociable isolationism of my iPod, paper or book. This morning I listened to the whole of Jethro Tull's 'A Passion Play', something I haven't done for years. This album is probably the reason for punk existing...
With a change of line, I swapped to Brian Eno's 'Here Come the Warm Jets'. Fabulous LP, one of his three or four classic vocal albums from the 70s (Before & After Science, Taking Tiger Mountain, plus Another Green World, which is more ambient-based).
Scott Matthews on Radio 2 tonight. Looking forward to it...
M - 4, T - 3, D - 3
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