A welcome guest post by Andrew Muir, describing his Saturday:
Notes
sent from my mobile on the way to and from London [from Cambridge: a distance of 64 miles]:
On
the way:
I left
early: just as well as the queue for the train tickets is way outside the
station at Cambridge and well into the road outside.
I am in one queue which later splits into machine and ticket office queues.
There's police around as it looks like getting out of hand.
Sigh. Why is it always like this around me?
I am in one queue which later splits into machine and ticket office queues.
There's police around as it looks like getting out of hand.
Sigh. Why is it always like this around me?
Blazing
hot in the sun, queue hardly moved in 20 minutes.
Inside
the station now, even hotter, packed like sardines. Hard to see which queue is
which. It is like the old terrace days……even has
“sways”…..
I was at
the station 80 minutes before the train I need to catch – and just made it.
Train packed, of course. Roasting hot.
On
the way home:
Get to
Kings Cross early…..but all trains are suspended - all of
them!
Someone
has been knocked down on the tracks at somewhere called Hornsey. Still no
trains moving and no further info.
Been on
this concourse an hour now. It is jam packed: no more people can get into Kings
Cross. Still no more info. Two hours' worth of trains unmoved on notice
boards.
A
Cambridge train is boarding. Update later.
Get on
train after mad dash with hundreds of people. Hundreds on the train, hundreds haven't made it. Jammed solid. People sitting on top of each
other. I’m in the middle of a carriage, standing.
I wish I
was almost anywhere but here. Still on train but not moving and no
announcements! It was full to bursting but more people have got in
somehow....hotter than a sauna now.....can hardly move enough to type so putting
phone away.
Been in
this roasting tin can for an hour now. Still nothing. Got a signal and texted home; partner says a Cambridge train just left platform 3. Dammit. No movement here
on platform 8.
Someone
nearby got through to customer relations...absolutely farcical call….she didn't
know of any delay and said we’d never have been told to board train if there was
a known problem. It was pointed out to her it had been reported on the national
news over an hour ago and at the station about three hours ago......she said
there was no record of any problems on her screens…. transpires she is in
India reading off an auto prompter….!!!
No
change. A guy with rail insignia appeared but ran away when we shouted
questions….
No
change except heat even more intense. People close to passing out. I think
someone has fainted and been passed out of the carriage. Means I can sit
cross-legged on the floor now, at least.
Someone
is on the platform in a rail uniform….three people from near the doors have got
out and cornered him…explanation at last! And it is: "There's no driver, mate -
dunno when he'll be along." Aaaaaaaaaaargh!
Breathing some air now, very stale
but air at last: I’ve stuck my face out the window in the tunnel - people had to
leave, couldn’t take it anymore….I’ll wait a bit longer.
Apparently 3 other Cambridge trains
(2 fast ones) have left before us despite being announced after ours
Moving at last, will be a very slow journey but with air and
room to move legs, finally…………………..
Text © Andrew Muir, 2012; photograph of Cambridge train station © Michael Gray, 2012
ReplyDeleteI hear your pain Andrew. I'm experiencing something similar waiting on Tempest to be released- please write a review of the album for your next guest post here. I'm sure we'd all love to read your thoughts on it.
Regards,
Judas