Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts

27 April, 2010

Waiting for the Inevitable

Just flicking through the TV channels and caught the episode of tonight's episode of The Bill - 'Suffer in Silence'.

I'm guessing we'll be seeing other episodes over the next few months called 'Prolonging the Agony', 'Treading Water' and 'Someone Remember to Cancel the Milk'.

In other news, my journey home was delayed tonight. The train driver announced: 'Sorry for he delays here this evening, but one of those new trains is further up the track. It's broken down and they're trying to get it into the sidings. Once again, the NEW TRAIN has broken down and we're waiting for it to get out of the way.'

Had the carriage been less congested, I'm sure his mintiness would have been accompanied by a mass raising of handbags. As it was, we all rolled our eyes, clutched the handrail and prayed it wouldn't last much longer.

Oh look - special guest star on The Bill this week is Lee Ross. Looks like his character is a child abuse victim who's suffered in silence for some ti- oh... that might be the meaning of the title.

Suddenly life's that tiny bit less ironic. Damn....

25 June, 2009

Shut Up, Just Shut Up, Shut Up!

With an hour's travel every morning, and another on the way home each evening, I tend to get a lot of reading done while on the move. I also listen to podcasts and documentaries (partly work-related). All this means that when I'm on the tube and the train driver or platform staff make an announcement, I have to unplug my earphones to make sure it's not something important. And when it isn't, my frustration levels begin to rise.

It might not sound much to people who live outside of London and have to wait for trains for up to half an hour at a time, but London's a busy, angry city. The tube trains should run at regular intervals of a minute or two apart, or else the platforms become dangerously congested. It's a situation that isn't helped by stupid people with no spacial awareness, who stop dead in the middle of a platform and then glare at anyone who tries to pass them to stand further up the platform where there's room and where they won't be blocking the entrance. Or people with prams. At rush hour.

See - congestion makes people intolerant. Anyone who stops you getting to somewhere where there's enough room for you to be more than six inches away from someone else's armpit is preferable. People don't talk on the tube, unless they have mental health issues, are drunk or are annoying. We're an anti-social breed in London, and we like it that way. So, when we've got a book so we can avoid eye contact, and earphones so we can block out needless communications, or the screech of the train as it speeds along the tunnels, the last thing we really want is to hear announcements, because they invariably mean our uncomfortable journey is likely to take a) twice as long as it should and b) about three times as long as we can bare. Speak to a Londoner after they've had a long journey on the tube and count the facial ticks.

Which is why I greeted this piece from BBC News with dismay. Any announcement that isn't essential to the decisions I make while travelling are a needless distraction. It's audio spam - noise for the sake of trying to convince me they're doing a better job than I'm willing to accept. If they're doing a good job, I'll know. If they're doing a bad job, I'll know - and the only things I might want to hear are explanations, apologies and alternative routes.

I don't want some platitude from Gandhi!

31 December, 2005

My First Trip to LA

It's time for another fake-diary entry. This one comes was sent to the mailing list on Tue May 18, 1999 at 1:27pm.


Subject: I'm back Jim_Sangster@xxxxxxxxxxx.xxxx.xxx

Well, I'm back from L.A., which is like Alton Towers at dawn - all facade and no-one about. Really, for a busy city I was really thrown by the lack of pedestrians (they all drive about in cars - flash bastards).

I was at the Electronic Entertainment Expo (E3) which saw PlayStation out in force sandwiched between Nintendo (who, as was evident by the presence of Darth Maul, has aligned itself with the Dark Side) and Sega. Nothing really impressive to write home about, with all the titles being either sequels or clones of other games - with one exception.

Sega Dreamcast has a microphone peripheral and software that allows you to talk to a computer-generated character. Now the implementation wasn't that good (the character looked like one of the fish from Monty Python's The Meaning of Life) but the idea was cool; if you use a selection of commands you can converse with a "sea-man" (snigger) who tells you all about what it's like to permenantly stink of fish (snigger 2).

PlayStation America threw a party and Beck played an hour-long set... which was nice.

Any fans of Abe's Oddysee or Abe's Exoddus will be pleased to hear a new Oddworld project, called Munch's Oddysee will appear on PlayStation 2 next year - you play a Glukkon who's playing with the DNA of people, getting them addicted
to milk (to improve sales), exploiting lesser species and basically being a capitalist opposite of cute likkle Abe. Sounds dead good.

Anyway, I'm off "No-Mail" now and have already received ten e-mails in the duration of writing this.



So, that wasn't my first trip to the States - that happened the year before when I went to Atlanta. But i thought it was fun how fascinated I was by a peripheral that allows you to talk to a computer interface. I'm currently typing this via my Mac, which you can talk to and it answers back. It can even tell you jokes. When windows pop up in other programs it tells you 'Safari needs your attention'. It's a bit spooky really. Now if only they could invent robots that do the washing up...

Oh, and Munch's Oddysee never came to PlayStation 2. Weep!