At rush hour, the London transport system is a beast; a pulsating mass of divorced limbs, trashy paperbacks, rotten armpits and faceless faces. An apathetic, endless automaton drip-fed bigotry and buggered nationalistically by the in-house Evening sub-Standard. HORROrR!
It needs SAVING from itself!!!.
But where does the problem lie??!? In its inefficiency?, rooted in the Thatcherite privatisation of industry which separated out all the contracts for its maintenance, thus confusing and effectively disabling the possibility of ever again being able to use the tube line you need of a weekend.
Boris Johnson, Conservative mayor of London, might have an answer. “I… have some Trotskyite ambition to take back… the private sector” he kind of said in a recent interview.
“You would have thought we had learned our lesson by now…
…It is as though the city was in the grip of a bunch of rogue builders who have been given a vast fee to spend three months doing up the bathroom. For a whole month your family has been prevented from using the bath at critical times of the day, even though it sounds as if not much work is actually being done on the bath. And at the end of the month you not only find you are now being banned from the shower and the sink — before the bath is remotely ready — but that you will have to pay for the cost of the delay.
But it gets worse. How would you feel if the various senior plumbers were not being paid the normal rate for your bathoom? They were being “seconded” in exchange for “secondment fees” that were double the normal rate…
…It is time to bring an end to this demented system.
Quite right BoJo. Let’s reassess this mess.
Do we sate the beast’s relentless appetite for gourmands of contemporaneity; the epitomy of 21st century aspirational waste, or do we lash the foul creature for its insolence?
Do we treat it mean, or do we keen it sweenos?
The OverHound between Richmond and Stratford has had its coat washed.
Formerly known to me as the CrossFAIL, OR the chokeamotive – I suffered the ignominy of entering the beast at Dalston regularly for a short time a while back to my immense displeasure – this particular dragon’s den has recently been given a face lift and sustainability. Now the CommuterBeast might enter the sleek, spacious and inviting womb below, reminiscent of the French underground trains which – revolutionarily – actually allow, nay prioritise room for commuters. CraZZIYy!!
But a few Christmases back, 2007, a few rogue elements had other ideas than the gentrification of these ogres’ layers. Rather, a few aficionados of urban tastes spent their holy break decimating/decorating the walls with jAUNnnty urban décor, akin to the ‘Street Art” of the New York Subway, whilst one rogue adventurer road the beast’s spine at Angel in a scene reminiscent of when Perseus slew Cetus!!!?!
A more disturbing prescient of the answer to the question WHAT NEXT?, however, has been appearing throughout London with alarming regularity of late. The beast falling apart at its seams!!
Will the monster fall out of itself, like the spilt guts of a fished fish, or is this tear in the fabric of the panoptical beast just a shedding of skin/asexual reproduction. Is it fishin’ or fission?
Has the fiend seen what is happening through his countless eyes – computer enhanced black boxes of its fabled final days – or will a tabloid hack expose the beast’s cheated expenses? WHO KNOWS?!
Some say it is preparing for the hallow’d Olympiad, the feast of all feasts, when tourists will pack into eastbound cattle wagons heading for the day of reckoning!
But remember BoJo’s harsh warning…
Trotyskities ARM yourselves!!!
The brave soldier of Angel will be avenged!
We will take back the tube for when we want to go to Hampstead Heath at the weekend.
We will walk or cycle to work if we have to, to remove ourselves from the slithergadee’s grasp, or at least we will if we’re not in a hurry, or it’s a bit wet outside.
Are you prepared!
This fella is!!!