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All change

A number of things happened when I was away (it doesn’t happen in a week but go away for two and its crazy!). There were the usual (but annoying) slight trashing of house (and I just discovered Boiler room!), build up of post and so on.. but they built a big cube outside Lea Manor, they built a house by Barnfield and put up some big sign outside the college there (haven’t finished the roadworks yet though).

But more than that they have purged the railway. No longer is my train of choice a Thameslink. Its now a First Capital Connect (all those F’s and C’s will surely come in handy for ranting commuters!). All very good, but the change over is very Stalinist! Whilst the trains are blatantly the same, all references to the company formerly known as Thameslink have been removed.. even down to black marker pen covering station names on the maps.. I’m even looking over my shoulder lest the KGB storm my café hidey hole for my mention!

But the train was on time.. so I shall return to my bland existence as a participant in the police state!

Comments

Michael said…
Dear Comrade Jude,
Yes, it's strange isn't it? What is Kings Cross XXXXXXXXXX now called?
Jude said…
alarmingly its still marked as Thameslink on the station.. hmmm

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