If
it hadn’t been for the closed-off stations, I wouldn’t have noticed the
Tube strike today.  I commute by train, and apart from the fact
that Waterloo East and London Bridge were unusually busy tonight, it
didn’t seem to have made much difference.  I missed this morning’s
rush hour because I had to go to Guildford, which was actually worse
than my usual journey into London (my train broke down and we were all
forced to change at Woking, which didn’t do my early-morning temper any
favours).  I had been hoping for a train strike as well today, so
I could have a free day off work work from home, but never mind.

I did have to brave the horror that is the Tube yesterday morning, to
go up to Euston for a conference.  I like it up there, the trees
and squares; it’s so different from Waterloo that it feels like being
in a different city for the day.  The conference was at the
Friends Meeting House on Euston Road, which was a strange complex of
meeting rooms interspersed with murals and notices about
Quaker…ism(?).  The conference finished early, so that people
could get home before the strike started at 6.30.  So what time
did we finish?  2.30.  I hope all those people with 4-hour
Tube journeys made it home OK. 

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1. Tube Strike Hell
2. Photoblogging London’s Tube strike
3. Tube Shuffle
4. Tube strike threatened. Again.
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