06:00........ Brrrrrrr! Alarm wakes me up
"Just another forty winks" I begged, stretching my arm out to silence the alarm. I pulled The duvet up and closed my eyes for the forty winks I sold my soul to the devil for
06:12........ I woke up with a start......the devil has had the last laugh!
A mad dash to the bathroom ensued; showered, teeth brushed, mouthwashed, clothes on, hair combed, face on and door slammed at 06:44
06:14........ Outside St Neots station heading towards platform four and my train buddies - all of seven of them. Plenty of chit-a-chat and laughter can be heard. The train arrives and we are welcolmed into a nearly empty carriage and another train buddy

Moments later a train buddy enters the train and sits in front of me.
"Shopping?"
"No...... work"
A look of disbelieve shows on her face
" No........ really!"
We chatted more and then got on with what we were doing

Northbound Victoria line to Kings Cross. The platform is awash with commuters...... Commuters of all shapes, sizes, colours, ages and height. I was waaaaay at the back and had no chance in hell of getting on the first train. The train came and commuters disappeared into its mouth until there were no more space
I am now at the front of the already full platform. The train is still stationed with it's teasing mouth still ajar and I think ......... .......
Should I? Could I?
Nope! I decided against trying to squeeze in at the last minute. It finally closed and left, replaced minutes later by another one
Commuters disermbarked and I floated in, like many others, to the middle aisle...... the BO lovers' aisle!
Finally got a sit at Oxford Circus
17:27..... Kings Cross station and up the escalators I walked, through the barrier, up the steps...... more steps
I gaze up at the departure board....... Peterborough...... Platform five for the seventeen forty glared down at me
I follow the many commuters going towards platform five and embark at the usual carriage and sat beside a suited gentleman who is (e) reading from his Kindle reader

Southbound Victoria line train was waiting for me as I reached the platform and waited in line to enter it's gaping mouth. Standing room only until Oxford Circus where I bag a sit.
Welcome to twenty eleven, the first working day. The festivity is now officially OVER!

06:53......... A tad late start for my brisk walk to St Neots. I was flapping about and now I may miss the 07:17. I walked, then jogged, got a little breathless and walked again. I met my my 'bus stop' mate
"Happy New Year!" I shouted
"Happy New Year to you too!" She replied
"You're cutting it fine this morning!"
"I know!"
But did I?
Hell no!
07:15:43....... Through the barrier, up the steps, across the bridge, down the steps and presto..... the train is a couple of minutes lates. The commuters were standing on platform three instead of the usual platform, platform four. I spot three, four train buddies and walk towards them.
"Happy New Year!" said a female buddy
"Happy New Year!" chorus from the others
"Happy New Year to you all! I said and we chatted and exchanged our festive going on
"Blah! Blah! Blah!"......another platform change announcement. So platform four it is then
Then the train arrived and welcomed us into it's warm bosom and we huddled together and chatted more. Stevenage came and went without me knowing
It's still dark outside..... Something to do with the partial solar eclipse of the sun.

After welcoming twenty-eleven at Dover Street bar we made our way through the West End of London. The city is full of 'waking dead',  something out of Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' walking aimlessly around in drunk stupor wishing each other 'Happy New Year!' We bump into several so call 'celebrities'....... two young men from JLS and a young woman from Sugar Babes to name a few.
I am now sat on the 17:27 from Finsbury Park station going home on the first day of the New Year
The carriage is quiet with only eight of us plus a baby. The baby is fast asleep resting it's sleepy head on it's mother's warm chest. The mother is also asleep
It's dark outside as the train draws close to it's first stop....... Stevenage where two commuters are replaced by two more
"This train is for Peterborough"..... followed by a guard's whistle, doors closing and off we go.
"The next station is Hitchin"....... Two more commuters step out into the cold night but no-one replaces them
Arlesey station is next......
Nothing excited here, just boring sleeping farts
The next stop is Biggleswade......... The carriage doors are tightly shut! No-one in nor out
Next station is Sandy and then St Neots where I say a
mental goodbye to my fellow commuters

HAPPY NEW YEAR to my family, friends and the world!