Phil Sherry : Spring 2008

It’s that time of year again.

After spending the last two weeks at home, over-indulging in everything possible, getting up late and staying up later, not really going out anywhere… the time has come to go back to work.

Back to: getting up at sparrow fart, seeing the same old miserable faces on the train every morning, putting in a full day at the office, seeing the same even-more-miserable-by-now faces on the way home, and then not getting home until after 8pm. Lather, rinse, repeat. Try not to have too many psychotic thoughts along the way.

I make it sound like I hate my working day, but that’s not really how it is. The most annoying part is the people who share my commute. I love my job and the people I work with; I just hate the swarms of people I have to battle through every day. Mainly: students. I don’t imagine for one second that this problem is confined to students in Newcastle, but I have breaking news for any students who might be reading this:

• You’re not the first person to do that wacky thing with your hair!
• You’re not all individual if you look the fucking same!
• You didn’t invent that oh-so-quirky fashion!
• You’re not the first person to discover [insert 70’s band name]!

Utter fuckwits!

I was like you, once.

There. I said it. I am a Grumpy Old Man.

I got myself to the train station this morning and stood in the freezing cold for ages, waiting for my train.

And waiting.

And waiting.

Then one of the other people at the platform wandered over to me and said he’d been on the phone to Northern Rail, that our train had been cancelled, the next one wasn’t even anywhere near Middlesbrough yet (never mind Stockton), and the person he spoke to had “no idea when the next one will show up.”

Wankers.

I didn’t fancy standing around in the freezing cold for what could’ve been hours, so I headed home to work from there.

Northern Rail really are a bunch of retarded fuckwits.

On the plus side, Li is also working from home today, which is causing the cat much confusion.