It’s easy to tell that it’s August. Here’s how:
- Get up.
- Have breakfast.
- Get ready.
- Head to the station.
- Catch a train.
- Sit down, get a book out and start reading.
- Suddenly realise that you’ve not only got a seat – you actually have a choice of seats.
Yes, it’s that wonderful time of year when London actually works, more or less. Where commuting is a pleasure.
Well, it should be. One Woman was involved in helping a guy who was threatened on a train this evening on the way home. Why was he threatened? Because he accidentally stood on someoene’s foot. How was he threatened? He was told he would be knifed.
Every time I think that this city is a half-decent place, something like this happens. That’s why we’re leaving London. Do you blame us?