The Metropolitan Line

or How I learned to sleepwalk and commute at the same time.

I am commuting by tube and bus everyday. I get on the Piccadilly Line, change at Finsbury park and then get off at Kings cross and change for the Metropolitan line.

I then spend a decent amount of time trying to relax on this line, but today I noticed that the little buffers underneath the seats boil, they are like little radiators, And yet they say they are bringing in air conditioned tubes, Did no one realise that having heat sinks like those buffers is not helpful? Sure enough in Winter they are probably needed but not in summer Why havent they been turned off? If you are lucky enough to be able to stretch your legs then the soles of your feet get burnt, If you are not so lucky your knees get burnt.

Its such a waste of energy. What were the fuckwits who designed the train thinking? That no one would get burnt or notice the vast amount of heat emanating from the underneath of the seat? heated seats are all very well in cars but absolutely crap in trains. And then they have the gall to say that oh we can't cool down the tube!

In a new development, I just got one of the logins and passwords that I need but that IT dept cant give me a login and pass word so that I can actually access the system that they just gave me the password for because that is at another IT department.

Joined up thinking I think not...

Still Who am I to complain?

As for waking up this morning, oh I felt like shit when the alarm went off, I had made myself go to bed at 10 to 10 last night so that I wouldnt feel too tired this morning, did it work Did it hell, I felt as if I had been hit by a bus and I had haul my sorry ass out of bed at 6.25 am because I thought I cant stay in bed any later or I might be late for work, and then I get to work at 8.40 and then I find that the boss is not in today so I could have spent another ten minutes in bed.

I have also decided that I have to do my supermarket shop online now, during work because I have no other time to do it.

I had forgotten how bad commuting was for a life! I actually gained a life when I wasnt working, even though I didn't have much money.

7/7 Memorial and Anniversary

Today is the fourth death anniversary of the 52 people killed in the 7/7 attacks.

It holds a special significance for me and is the reason this blog was born.

There will be no posts for a couple of days.

Three day tube Strike

Sure enough the tube people want to strike and cripple London.

Story here from BBC news

The roads will not cope with this and there will be massive traffic jams

The only way to get round this is to use a scooter/ motorbike

Praise be that Im not going to be in London to witness it

Help I've started a Blog

Guess I had to start somewhere after all, and a blog seems to be the way to go these days.
Who is this blog for? Well its based around the political atmosphere and because its a good form of therapy to sound off against people who seek to restrict us because of the fear of terrorism because that is letting the terrorists win. Why do I feel able to say this? I lost someone in the July 7th attacks and didn't find out until 2 weeks later, and I know that if he had managed to survive he'd be writing a blog about it. Of course that wasn't ever going to happen because the year before in July 2004 I had told him quite stunningly that he was going to die young after grabbing his palm as you do when you've been in bed together and saying Where's the rest of your lifeline?!

Sometimes I wish I had never said it, sometimes I wonder if I had said nothing that we might still be together as I got scared and broke it off wishing not to be the person waiting for him to come home one night and knowing deep inside that when I had kissed him goodbye that morning it would have been the last time I saw him alive.

If any of his friends had thought to phone me when he went missing I would have told them that it was pointless for them to go looking in the hospitals and leaving messages on web boards or anywhere else or putting posters up because I had foretold his death and that he was dead and there was no point in looking and that it was better to grieve there and then.

He had asked me how he would go and because I had no idea I had said that he would have been got by a bus

I did know that the cigarettes which he vainly tried to stop would not kill him in the end so he gave up giving up and restarted much to my distaste.

I wasn't far off, there was a bus bomb and I did think he would be ok as he had told me he didn't like the tube and preferred buses.

Unfortunately for me he was dead and he lay in that tube train for a few more days until he could be recovered and all the while I began to remember him more and more and think I had to get in touch.

I wont go into details as I don't think that would be fair to anyone but suffice to say he was very near Jermaine Lindsay when the bomb went off.

So here I am in the aftermath and I am publishing this to the web much as I submitted something to the BBC for his obituary.

Sure enough I had broke it off and didn't realise he was dead until the list got published but there were feelings that I had buried deep inside and whilst I recognise the need to move on I also need to write this to say that you can develop feelings for someone after meeting them just once or twice.