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"I can see my lifetime pilin' up
Reaching from my bedroom to the stars
I can see the house where I was born
When I was growin' up - they say that
I could never keep my trousers up
I remember days and crazy nights
Are there any pirates on this ship?
And if they sober up - they'll have us home by morning."
Talking Heads: "Lifetime piling up"
From the album: "Once in a lifetime"
When my unusually-empty-for-a-Monday train eventually limped into East Croydon, I (and several gazillion others) hurtled over to a train which was neon-signing "To London Bridge" and, yes, over the train's own Tannoy was confirmation of my intended destination.
So I was a tad surprised to be driven over the Thames - when I normally
walk over it - and with said several gazillion others was deposited at Victoria?
Isn't the Tube a fragrant and calm ocean of tranquility during the rush-hour...
Am I blummin' glad it's a short week.
Labels: Commutage
# posted by Mr.D. @ 12:21 PM
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"There are stars in the southern sky
And if ever you decide you should go
There is a taste of time sweet in honey
Down the Seven Bridges Road."
The Eagles: "Seven Bridges Road"
From the album: "The Eagles - Live"
On one of those mornings when I just wish I'd brought in the camera (and that the train would briefly halt) there was a cloud of steam which formed a silhouette of a head, laughing. It made me smile, anyway.
And the view upstream from London Bridge was quite spectacular, too.
Maybe tomorrow..
UpdateThe lovely weathergirl (whose Wardrobe department insist on sending her out in the primmest of kit?) said it was going to be foggy, so I camera'ed up to get a moody shot of Old Father Thames.
And we commuted through thick swathes of mist, only to arrive at a clear - but dull -London.
Labels: Commutage
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:44 AM
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"I'll read a story if it helps you sleep at night.
I've got some matches if you ever need a light.
Oh I am just a man
but I am doing what I can to help you."
Pulp: "Dishes"
From the album: "This is hardcore"
When my train pulled in this morning - albeit a different service - I should have sensed something was amiss..
It was apparently a delayed-by-one-hour service and when we arrived south of Penge West (somewhere I'd only ever seen fly by at 90mph - we shuddered to a stop. The driver announced that either a door was open or someone had pulled the emergency cord and he'd have to investigate. A nanosecond later, off we set again. Quick solution there, then?
A hundred yards further up the track, another shuddering stop.
"Guess what, ladies and gentlemen?" he intoned. "Now the emergency brake's come on!"
At which point, the demure young woman opposite me muttered "A problem shared.."
And we laughed.
Labels: Commutage
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:50 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
