Get up offa that thing
Tube strike, schmube strike is all I can say - yes, I’m on literary form today. I walked all the way from Stoke Newington to Bank and, in the words of the Godfather o’ Soul, I feel good. (I knew that I would… groan.) Again stealing from the mighty Mr Brown, if more of us would Get On The Good Foot and walk more often, I feel sure the world would be a better place - less pollution, less congestion and fitter, happier, more productive people.
No one here has yet complained about their journey from hell - mind you, they’re possibly still suffering it, the office does look somewhat empty. But on a day when London probably needs all the buses it can get, nice to see no fewer than seven “sorry, out of service” vehicles passing me on my route. “Working together for a better London”? Oh ha bloody ha.
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Buses? Ah, bugger, I’d forgotten them when I told the office I wouldn’t be in because none of the tubes were running.