I think we can all agree that it has been an insane week, with the brain-masters at BBC News telling us that the roads are TREACHEROUS and ALL TRAINS are cancelled – CANCELLED!!
For a while you feel like you’re going to be trapped in some icy hell-hole forever, a mini ice age akin to what we all saw in the Day After Tomorrow.
The Day After Tomorrow. Yesterday.
Then the sun comes out.
But seriously, the train service has been shockingly shit this week and whilst I have been here, there and everywhere I have not seen Weird Train Guy once. Although I don’t take the train timetables too seriously when I travel in snow, just rocking up when I feel like it, my timings have been similar to usual but instead of meeting Weird Train Guy it’s been a more interesting riot of people freaking out about how the trains are late and OH MY GOD WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!!?!
Pussies.
So I do wonder if WTG is OK, maybe he took his landrover to work? (surely some kind of mistake?)
I expect as we agreed a while back that if it snows then we just stay at home and he has possibly kept up his end of the bargain while I have carried on, nay soldiered on and gone to work with a stiff upper lip and the manner of the Englishman. Apart from Thursday of course, that was just crying out to be a work-at-home day.
I recommend snowboarding at lunchtime, it really blows the cobwebs off and the colleagues I spoke to on the conference call afterwards probably didn’t know what the hell to make of some adrenalised nutter yelling down the phone to them all as he had just literally come off the Pluckley piste just moments ago. Probably shouldn’t mention that…?
So here are some photos of Pluckley Station in the snow… This was Tuesday before we got hammered by the white stuff.
Looking uphill to London
Note, no trains to speak of. and…
Looking downhill to Ashford, Dover, these kinds of places
Which reminds me, I really need to have a word with this young chap I met on the platform, so why not do it now.
Number 1 – Dude! you’ve gatecrashed my documentary photography for my WTG blog by just blundering in here, get the hell out of the way – You are RUINING IT!
Number 2 – Where the FUCK is your hat?
Number 3 – What part of your brain selected those shoes on a day like today?
In fact, don’t answer that, lets have a closer look…
You have got to be shitting me.
What are these? some kind of boating shoe? These do not seem to me to be appropriate footwear for such a snowy inclement day with several inches of snow on the ground. What is wrong with the youth of today that makes them make such ridiculous clothing choices on days like this?
Don’t tell me it’s a fashion statement either as those things are not cool even on a hot summers day.
On a boat.
In Cambridge.
I expect his feet were REALLY cool all day long. Brrrrr!
Anyway, young man, if you are reading this then please don’t ‘shank me up blood’ (or something) if you see me at Pluckley station and take these words of advice from me to you for free and with love from my heart. Get a hat. Wear it when it snows and get some proper footwear too. And wear them when it snows.
Thanks for your time.
So hopefully now that the sun has come up:
The Sun. Rare.
I can reconvene with Weird Train Guy next week and we can swap war stories about epic 28 minute long journeys from Pluckley to Ashford and the like. That my friends, is 21 minutes longer than it should be!
Until next time, wear sensible shoes.
Weird Train Guy 