Ah, the Tube Strike. Today was my first experience of a Tube Strike. As regular as Wimbledon, a Test Match at Lord's and Harrods opening their Christmas Department, Summer means Tube Strikes.
And today was no different. And to be honest, I wasn't that bothered. Well, in the run up, I was annoyed, frustrated and plotting various routes in depending on what was open where. In the end, it was a 10 minute walk from Paddington to Lancaster Gate, and under 15 minutes on the bus from there. (And the extra early start to get a lift to Paddington, which increased journey time ...). Anyhow, it wasn't too bad. I'm half looking forward to the journey in tomorrow. At least I walk a little more and get some air, and the weather's meant to be quite nice.
What I can't stand is Bob Crow. The leader of the RMT is a shameless, selfless, horrible man. And I've watched with a little glee as the amount of Facebook groups have increased from about 1 to about 40 regarding the strike/Bob Crow and the general hate of him and his members.
As I type this, I understand from BBC News, that the RMT have just left talks and may well halt the strike. Too late for tomorrow morning's commute, but on the whole progress may be being made. Still, Bob Crow better watch his back for a while yet.
Showing posts with label London Travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label London Travel. Show all posts
Tuesday, 4 September 2007
Wednesday, 15 August 2007
Rugby at Twickenham
Thanks to my lovely friend Becky, I was given the chance to go to Twickenham to see England take on France in a pre-World Cup Warm Up Fixture. Having not been to Twickers before, I thought it'd be rude not to say yes, and so I'm very grateful to Becky for taking me.
Twickenham is a stadium that seems to be placed in the middle of nowhere. The same could be said of Wembley. However Wembley seems a lot easier to get to, although this isn't something I'll hold against Twickenham: more against the incompetent staff of South West Trains. They really aren't my favourites, especially after making a meal of a 20 minute journey and turning it into a 35 minute one on the way there and an equally horrendous journey on the way back. I'll let it go, but don't be surprised if I mention travel again in the next few posts.
Meeting Becky at the station was a good chance to catch up and her seats were in a fantastic view - middle tier on the half way line in the East Stand. Can't get much better than that - right behind the press. It was great to have a chat in the hour before the match over a glass of wine, and good to be there to soak up some of the pre-match atmosphere.
The game itself was a good encounter. Yes, England did get beaten. But it was a much tighter affair than what had happened in the previous week's rout of Wales, and the opposition played their role - although the calibre of their team, means that when France do field a full strength 1st XV, England had better wake up. Scrappy defending and a weak back line would be England's greatest problem - the forwards constantly made good moves and got close to the line, but finishing wasn't on the agenda and that showed, compared with two French tries.
A good match, and a good game and one for England to learn their mistakes from. Was excellent to be there, and rounded off an great week of being about in London.
Twickenham is a stadium that seems to be placed in the middle of nowhere. The same could be said of Wembley. However Wembley seems a lot easier to get to, although this isn't something I'll hold against Twickenham: more against the incompetent staff of South West Trains. They really aren't my favourites, especially after making a meal of a 20 minute journey and turning it into a 35 minute one on the way there and an equally horrendous journey on the way back. I'll let it go, but don't be surprised if I mention travel again in the next few posts.
Meeting Becky at the station was a good chance to catch up and her seats were in a fantastic view - middle tier on the half way line in the East Stand. Can't get much better than that - right behind the press. It was great to have a chat in the hour before the match over a glass of wine, and good to be there to soak up some of the pre-match atmosphere.
The game itself was a good encounter. Yes, England did get beaten. But it was a much tighter affair than what had happened in the previous week's rout of Wales, and the opposition played their role - although the calibre of their team, means that when France do field a full strength 1st XV, England had better wake up. Scrappy defending and a weak back line would be England's greatest problem - the forwards constantly made good moves and got close to the line, but finishing wasn't on the agenda and that showed, compared with two French tries.
A good match, and a good game and one for England to learn their mistakes from. Was excellent to be there, and rounded off an great week of being about in London.
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