This is one of my favourite blogs. I know. It beggars belief. "A blog on the London Underground? Are you kidding?" I hear sceptics cry.
Give it a try; see what you think. I like it. I like the blog for Monday, concerning the attempt to cut back on the amount of intercom announcements. Whoa, hold your hosses there, boy. Cut back on the number of intercom announcements? Are you insane or what? I remember a day out up in London years ago, when the brats were at primary school. The usual suspects; Tower Bridge, Houses of Parliament, Imperial War Museum (Holocaust Exhibition - omg so many baby shoes and nit combs), the Science Museum, a gallery for the talked about exhibition that year, the Sony Megastore place that's now closed to be replaced with a shopping place selling Punky Fish gear, Hyde Park, Horse Guards, etc etc. And the highlight? Waiting for our three hours delayed train at King's Cross St Pancras.
Bing Bong. "Good Evening, this is Midland Mainline. Just another update on the delays for passengers travelling on the train to xxx that was due to depart at xxx tonight. We have no further information regarding the delays to the arrival of the xxx train due to arrive at King's Cross St Pancras at xxx. As before, we will keep you updated every twenty minutes." Bing Bong.
Bing Bong. "Good Evening, this is Midland Mainline. Just another update on the delays for passengers travelling on the train to xxx that was due to depart..."
And so it went on, every twenty minutes, until after nine o'clock, when the following announcement was made.
Bing Bong. "Good Evening, this is Midland Mainline. This is an update for passengers delayed for travel to xxx. We have been informed by the British Transport Police the the delays are due to a Body On The Line. We will keep you updated every twenty minutes. Thank you for your co-operation."
Suddenly, every passenger in the now crowded concourse changed their attitude and became accepting of the delay, all feelings of anger and annoyance disappeared and many people got on their mobiles to call home. "Mummy, what's a Body On The Line?" asked merci beaucoup enfant deux. And she and her brother learned that night that someone had despaired of the everlasting love of the Creator.
Never give up. Never despair. Never lose hope. Live for the next twenty minutes. Live.