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British Railways what a f*** up

by Bloggerman @ 02.09.07 - 20:30:07

If you live in Britain then you can see how unreliable and dirty our trains are. I have just came back off holiday from Scarborough (away from the chavs, this is a Skaters and Gothics town.) coming back to Doncaster. The train was on-time as this is where the service originates. The train was quite clean as it had just been cleaned. The service was fine up until Filey where the train was stuck due to a train further up blocking the line (single track). We was stuck there for about 15-20 mins until we got the go. We travelled on towards Bridlington stopping at Bempton on the way where we was stuck for a further 10 mins. We arrived at Bridlington 35 mins late and carried on towards Hull. Halfway towards Driffield the driver announced that the service would terminate at Hull not Doncaster. We stopped at Beverley and arrived at Hull 1 hour late. This is where the fun began. For those who have been to Hull and live in Hull, you have my Sympathy.

I went to the departures telly screens to see which train I wanted. Until I came accross the line:

[destination - platform - arrival time]
SHEFFIELD - 5 - 14:55

So I went to platform 5, the seats was taken up by passengers waiting for the train to arrive at platform 6. So I had to stand, then I heard the dreaded message on the automated voice "the train going to Sheffield is late by 20 minutes."

20 Minutes? I was stood at the station until 17:35, (5:35pm) until the train arrived. I took this time to go to the toilets. Now, it was one of the pay toilets which is about 20p I went in and they was in a disgusting state, which is unusual for a pay toilet. The train then arrived so I got on and sat down at a table seat. Now this train wasn't packed but the window next to me had terrible condensation which was weird as all the others didn't. The train departed at 17:40 and I decided to go to the toilet to spend a penny. Now those of the faint hearted don't read this.

The toilet was in a terrible condition, the person who used it must of had a terrible piece of food as they had a s*** and used half a ton of bog roll and didn't even bother to flush, now me, having common sense didn't flush the toilet either as I knew it would flood if I did, like most train toilets are. So I washed my hands in one of those annoying sinks that small, gets water everywhere, with one of those taps that you have to keep the button pressed in for it to flow. The hand-dryer didn't work so I had to keep my hands wet because of a lack of means to dry them. I went back to my seat. Now this next bit was annoying as there was a family two seats in front of me who could not keep their kids quiet, one of their kids was cheating at a card game with his dad as he could see clearly of the reflection in the window, the other kid was just sat there shouting "The Simpsons" and even pointed at me and said it :??: Then 10 mins later a boy went to toilet and by no doubt had the decency to flush it, so he ran down to his seat and kept shouting "we're flooding, we're flooding." The family's kids who was in the seats in front of me was really stupid as they had no Geographical skills as they kept asking their Dad if it was Sheffield even though we had only been at Selby, then they asked their Dad if it was Sheffield even though it was Thorne, I had to put up with this all the way. Seriously I felt as if I just wanted to cry under all this stress.

Now that bit was disgusting as there was urine all over the floor, toilet paper and crap on the floor. Seriously I feel sorry for the ticket man as he had to lock the toilet door and also the cleaners as they has to clean it all up. the ticket man locked the door and put up the sign saying in great bold words "OUT OF ORDER" so you'd never guess what happens next, a women went down to the door thinking there was somebody already using it and was stood there for about 15 minutes waiting, now anybody could tell she was blind or either very stupid as she didn't even notice the sign. Eventually she gave up. About 1 hour 20 mins later I arrived at Doncaster station, I went to the toilets next to platform 1, now these toilets are the "free to pee" ones and they was in a better condition than the Hull ones, no seriously a still newish condition even though they are about 2 years old, and they was clean. I came back out and walked through the tunnel up the stairs and through the other tunnel into the Frenchgate Interchange. I walked to my bus stop and waited until the bus arrived, which didn't take long as it was on time, I got on a sat down. Now you may find this funny but this bus was in a better state than that train and this bus had been to Edlington. I got in at 7:40pm only to find the power had been off for 1 hour sometime today, and decided what to have for my supper, seen as though I had no tea/dinner. I was glad to get in finally after arriving at my house 5 hours later than what I should've.

Now I just want you all to be aware that this was a true story and there was other people who will confirm this. Seriously I have a big list of problems for the service I had recieved:

1- The station staff at hull was no help
2- The announcer was automated and just kept saying "the 16:36 service has been delayed by 20 minutes"
3- The toilets at Hull was way under standard
4- The train was in a unhygenic state and if a Health and Safety Inspector (I like to call them HaSI's) got on the train would be that unhealthy it would have to be quarantined and then put down. By the way it was a Northern Trains service.
5- The bus was cleaner than the train and it's not often you see this.
6- The train was the least punctual I had ever been on to date.

I think next time I will go via York, this is never late, just busy.


 
 

Why Teenagers and Pensioners are similar...

by Bloggerman @ 15.08.07 - 13:54:08

Welcome to my second post of my blog. This time I will tell you why Teenagers and Pensioners are similar.

They both take loads of drugs.
.teenagers take tons of alcohol, pensioners take a lot statins

You can't trust either of them with your car.
.accident rates are higher in teenagers and pensioners

They get loads of bum fluff.
.thats why they both take so long on the toilet

They both are useless
.ask a teenager and he will reply "I don't know how", whilst a OAP will go "can't you do it, my bones are aching again"

One can't doesn't choose to hear, the other one simply can't

They both are bad dressers

They both are impatient

They both listen to bad music

my first post...

by Bloggerman @ 04.08.07 - 18:00:29

my first post...

So how do I begin...
Well as you might know this is my first ever blog and I really just don't what to write about at the moment. Well what can I write about? I just usually write about what I found out and what adventure I had this week and just probably ramble on about things. Apart from my profile being "top secret" I can only reveal two things about myself. I live in Doncaster, SY, England and I HATE CHAVS. Which would bring me on to my first topic.

THE CHAV

What is a Chav? Well us Brits would know, wouldn't we. The Chav is everywhere. The Chav is a social misfit of society and is usually associated with alcohol, tobacco and Anti-Social behaviour. They listen to a form of noise called TFI. You see them on the bus usually at the back of the bus vandalizing them.

So below I have a poem perfectly written to describe a chav.

There will be no more chavs, chavs spread abnoxia.
Chavs pollute the air, Chav consume seven times their own weight in weight in alcohol a week.
Chavs are a product of a consumer society. There is no use for chavs, chavs don't deserve to be (our scientists have proved it.) The birth rate of chavs is harrowing; They are unbearably fond of Burburry. Perhaps they are all right on their own planet, but their traditions are alien to ours, chavs smoke, they can't help it. You notice them in the street, chavs listen to R&B and TFI, they watch too much TV. They have stabbed us for the last time. There has never being any great artists, who were chavs. They don't deserve a capital C, except at the beginning of a sentence. I blame my broken bones on chavs. Our country is full of them, property values are falling. When I dream of God I see a massacre of chavs. Why should they insist on their own language and religion. Who needs to swear to make a point? DEATH TO ALL CHAVS. THE RULE OF NORMAL PEOPLE FOR EVER.

And now you can help the clearance of chavs by destroying them now. Don't let them beat you up. You should beat them up.
I hope this has inspired you. See you next time, readers!

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