Daily chronicling on commuting- Commuting isn't for the faint-hearted. You need nerves of steel to survive the jungle that is commuting. No matter whether you're trying to get to or from work, getting to the airport for that well deserved holiday, it's a jungle out there and only the fittest survive. This is about my view of what's going on around me when I commute, on every day occurrence around other commuters, sometimes funny, sometimes frustrating.
Friday, 27 May 2011
The train went all the way back to Finsbury Park, stopped for a while before going onward and forward to Biggleswade then St Neots. So my journey that began at one minute past eleven arrived at St Neots at one o'clock in the early hours of Saturday morning. I also had to wait for another taxi as my booked one was not there
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