an appalling sunday

Now normally Sundays are stressful because the London
to Brighton line has this system where the trains stop at
places you have never heard of.....Balcombe for example.
Today services were disrupted because of a derailment at
Brighton station yesterday. I had to go via Lewes , Clapham,
Wimbledon , Staines. By the time I had got to Staines I had
almost lost the will to live.
When I did finally arrive at the shack most of the work had
been had..and just to torture me further...Fun Time Frankie
was my only shack mate. Now normally hes a fine fellow....
but recently his hedonism has caught up with him. The quacks
got him on heart tablets.....and a number of other tablets. I
suspect one or two of them may have speed qualities. He could
not stop talking. He gave me his views on the caddieshack system,
the problems toffs have these days hiding their money....and his
solution to both pressing problems of the day. My mind was already
anticipating the second half of my journey....the trip home. I could
not wait to get started. Just to stop at Balcombe with its sleepy
village silence seemed appealing.
When I arrived back in Brighton I made the final mistake of
asking a member of British Rail staff....a pretty surly lot at the best
of times ....whether the service would be back to normal tomorrow.
Youd have thought I had asked him the meaning of life. He stuttered
....he floundered....he muttered some excuse.
The train coming in at platforms 2, 3, 4, 5 and six has just come off
the rails. Get Fun Time down there.....hell get them grafting.