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It's had high points and very definite lows (all train-related)...
Friday night Liquid Lounge^W^W Sahara Nights which now has a 6am licence and plays house/garage to compete with Popstarz(?). And is mostly empty. Hmmm. Got tube back from 12am to 2am (massive fuckup at Farringdon. Not a good omen.)
Saturday morning, hungover and woken up accidentally by phone call from loved one. Get on train to visit other loved one in Cambridge, make it through Hatsfield and Potters Bar without death or serious delay, and do cute baby things, have sweet conversations and ridiculously powerful curry. Both seriously looking forward to time when we can be together without baby for a few hours. Baby still full-on cute though. Her new skill is holding on to things, and staring at my trousers without blinking.
Suday morning woken by baby and mother being cute again, but I have to go to Streatham and build cage for loved one #3. Have a cute idea in the shower for how to get movie thumbnails playing on mouseover in KonqIconViewWidget for only a couple of lines of code. Get back to my flat without much incident, then set out for loved one's flat in Streatham.
At this point bad omens re-emerge. Connex to Streatham is down. Thameslink to Streatham is down. Connex to Streatham Hill is down. I get train to Peckham and then bus. Becomes apparent that LO and assistants will have to buy wood themselves, which they do stoically in pouring rain. Bus very slow - at one point I look up and bus is trundling round Sainsbury's car park.
Eventually Streatham is reached and we hose down cage of mud and birdshit, bring inside, move furniture around, endure lip from assistants, use trig to prove impossibility of cage-toppling, and eventually realise wood is 2cm too small. Arse. Loved one and boyfriend console and part-bus journey home starts to seem very complicated. Very kindly they arrange for a cab to Brixton where I can get the tube. Get to Brixton and tube is down. Start to wonder which member of greek pantheon is responsible for LT, and wonder why they hate me. Go to Brix overground, miss train by 2 min and have to wait 28min. While I wait, 36 cars worth of TGV glide past to taunt me. Try to hail the second one but it doesn't stop. On the domestic train I get accosted by magician doing tricks with 20p piece but he's nice so I give him money. A brief 15 minutes fruitless wait for the district line before I give up, and I get another couple of slow tube journeys home. Sleeeeeeeeeep soon...
I know there's an element of repetition to this entry, but this is the worst I've ever seen it, and the first time in London I've seriously wanted a car.
It's had high points and very definite lows (all train-related)...
Friday night Liquid Lounge^W^W Sahara Nights which now has a 6am licence and plays house/garage to compete with Popstarz(?). And is mostly empty. Hmmm. Got tube back from 12am to 2am (massive fuckup at Farringdon. Not a good omen.)
Saturday morning, hungover and woken up accidentally by phone call from loved one. Get on train to visit other loved one in Cambridge, make it through Hatsfield and Potters Bar without death or serious delay, and do cute baby things, have sweet conversations and ridiculously powerful curry. Both seriously looking forward to time when we can be together without baby for a few hours. Baby still full-on cute though. Her new skill is holding on to things, and staring at my trousers without blinking.
Suday morning woken by baby and mother being cute again, but I have to go to Streatham and build cage for loved one #3. Have a cute idea in the shower for how to get movie thumbnails playing on mouseover in KonqIconViewWidget for only a couple of lines of code. Get back to my flat without much incident, then set out for loved one's flat in Streatham.
At this point bad omens re-emerge. Connex to Streatham is down. Thameslink to Streatham is down. Connex to Streatham Hill is down. I get train to Peckham and then bus. Becomes apparent that LO and assistants will have to buy wood themselves, which they do stoically in pouring rain. Bus very slow - at one point I look up and bus is trundling round Sainsbury's car park.
Eventually Streatham is reached and we hose down cage of mud and birdshit, bring inside, move furniture around, endure lip from assistants, use trig to prove impossibility of cage-toppling, and eventually realise wood is 2cm too small. Arse. Loved one and boyfriend console and part-bus journey home starts to seem very complicated. Very kindly they arrange for a cab to Brixton where I can get the tube. Get to Brixton and tube is down. Start to wonder which member of greek pantheon is responsible for LT, and wonder why they hate me. Go to Brix overground, miss train by 2 min and have to wait 28min. While I wait, 36 cars worth of TGV glide past to taunt me. Try to hail the second one but it doesn't stop. On the domestic train I get accosted by magician doing tricks with 20p piece but he's nice so I give him money. A brief 15 minutes fruitless wait for the district line before I give up, and I get another couple of slow tube journeys home. Sleeeeeeeeeep soon...
I know there's an element of repetition to this entry, but this is the worst I've ever seen it, and the first time in London I've seriously wanted a car.
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Date: 2002-06-10 04:46 am (UTC)I have endured similar, though not quite as bad, journeys also involving South London.
I'm so glad that wasn't me...
J
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Date: 2002-06-10 05:23 am (UTC)http://loki.ragnarokr.com/pipindex.htm
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Date: 2002-06-10 05:40 am (UTC)