Gilligan

This morning I was on my way into the city. I got to the station at 8:17, to find the 8:06 running a tad late. Not to worry, I was aiming for the 8:21, which couldn’t be far behind. Anyway the 8:06 was packed. Absolutely packed. No, really, I think I saw people crowd surfing in it. There was a mosh pit in the first carriage up by the driver. So I let it go by.

I let an express go by too, because frankly, sprinting down the platform trying to force open a door and jump inside is a really stupid way to die.

The 8:21 arrived pretty much on time, and was much more relaxed and comfortable.

Just approaching Parliament (where I get off the train) it slowed down and stopped, presumably because of the other trains just in front of it. I looked out of the window into the tunnel, trying to make out what the graffitti on the tunnel wall said. Something about "Gilligan". I don’t know if it was anything to do with the show, because it wasn’t exactly readable.

I mean, what kind of idiot writes graffiti in a tunnel, anyway? Yes, this tunnel has some lights, but it wasn’t near any of them. And it was in black paint. Maybe graffiti artists need to do some graphic design courses and discover how to make their work more readable.

Then I realised I forgot to bring my key and pass into the client building I’m working in. D’oh. So I went all the way home again, and… no, I got someone else to sign me in. Phew.

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