The Monday Morning Commute - 5 days a week
Frosted glass and foggy breath, there are clusters of chilly Brit's huddled on train station platforms - in the North. That part is quite significant, for two reasons. 1) Us Northerners can withstand a wintery chill that even the WhiteWalkers of Game of Thrones may poke a toe out of bed and say "not today!" 2) The Northern Rail fiasco seems our never-ending luxury, the Great Northern railways are no more and we are left with antiquated old buses that chug on slippery rails (this was the reason for today's delay) We have all been so politely British, nestling next to strangers on the tin can railroad to work and back, paying our precious wages into a system that refuses to help, to change, to evolve, whilst the rest of the country gets to work on time, here in Manchester, I am tired. For fear of not making it to the office on time, I have now commenced the over-anxious countdown on a daily basis - and duly started my day an hour earlier to alleviate as much a...
