Tube strike mania

I have New Zealand friends visiting London right now, while we’re also in the middle of a tube strike, worst timing. It took me an extra 40 minutes to travel four stops this morning to get to work.

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They’re all excited and blinded by the London lights; “let’s go to Soho for drinks tonight!”.

I’m all “Dude! I know you’re new here, but this is not how you handle a tube strike”.

The proper protocol is to go straight home from work, lock your doors, pour half a bottle of wine and wait out the chaos. I’ve survived two of these now, and I am not keen on changing my survival techniques any time soon.

Londoners will know what I mean.

It means meetings are cancelled (not really complaining) and that we’ve even had to postpone our work ‘do tomorrow night to in a month’s time (very much unhappy).

I don’t pretend to know all the ins and outs of the tube strikes – I gave up caring the second time they put us at a standstill¬†– by the third time it’s just a matter of coping, and carrying on as much as possible. Not seeing my friends, or drinking with work colleagues isn’t cool – but my liver is beyond happy at the break.

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Tube strike mania

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