the decision had been made, leave work at a vaguely sensible time catch night buses and train to get back to where i am staying.
check the tfl site. enter options and see the results. enter different options get different results. repeat. choose best course of action.
chosen: night bus, night tube and night train. by jings a winning combination.
mmm if i lock up now i can catch the bus that takes me to where i want to go.
get to stop in time.
check with driver it is going to hyde park corner. it does.
approaching hyde park corner i ding the bell
i stand by the door, ding the bell again.
bus goes past hyde park corner.
i give the driver a snidey comment – but polite.
when i get off at the next stop i sarcastically thank him for nothing. i feel a little better for doing that. that's me big man in the hood.
hoof it back to hyde park corner – normally i wouldn't be too bothered but i am trying to catch a train, they (mostly) stick to timetables. notice that the park itself is open which is pretty impressive and deserves to be investigated but not right now, train to catch.
mm something not right. station is closed. that's fucking wrong. all night tube blah blah. bastardising bus driver and now tfl website giving wrong information. fuckity fuck. maybe they've closed one entrance just to control the flow of people. try other entrance. closed. cock.
check web for details.
shit the bed i got out at the wrong fucking bus stop. didn't need hyde park, needed green park. wanky wank.
try find bus stop i need. check destinations, no sign of green park. why not? look bus going to picadilly jump on that. blink of an eye at green park.
need the 5.23 train, platform 9. twenty minutes. time to get porridge from macd
onalds and coffee from cafe nero. done. walk platform. front of train. press door button. nothing. press button again. still nothing. something not right. walk down the platform. no longer the 5.23 just an empty train. onto forecourt check the main boards – now it is the 5.38 from platform 18, should just make it.
need the front carriage.
longest train in the fucking world.
on the move.
lessons learnt – write down relevant information, review relevant information, act on relevant information.
oh and don''t trust anything that southern say about their trains.