The Southern Rail Train Strikes – a poem

It's quarter to eleven And I've just got home. I left the house at seven This morning, two and half hours before work, in the vague hope Of finding a train that will take me anywhere near London. But nope, It's strike day so here I stand, a sheep in a flock. I'm bored now.... Continue Reading →

The Theatre of Life

Over the last couple of months, I've had the pleasure of enjoying an alternative commute to London - quiet trains at off peak times, travelling the opposite way to most city dwellers and heading into town to visit friends and loved ones almost every weekend. No work to rush for, no meetings to be planning;... Continue Reading →

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