Muso muse: Just random

I found this photo whilst looking around in my alcohol-pickled brain for something to say. It was taken by Benjee in Skye. It sort of typifies my museful pose I think; what musing is all about. I hunger for views and peace like this for my thinking!!

When I got home from work today, I was delighted to have a letter from wonderful Rel! There is something wonderful about handwritten letters - I love receiving them. Alas, far too few people write these days. Anyhow I feel like I know everything going on in sunny Kenya - and I have the best of respect for what Rel is doing. The best thing about a letter is that you feel like you have been there - there is so much personality in a letter!

Well. This random post would not be complete without a rant!

1) Train screens:

a) Tube 'time-to-wait' screens-

Why is it that the screens on tube platforms showing you how long you need to wait before the next train, are always obscured by something else:

Why is it also that, particularly on the Circle line, the screens often don't show how many minutes until the next train, and then when people cross the yellow line to see down the tunnel, the attendants get all cross - SORT IT OUT LONDON UNDERGROUND!

b) At Euston station, why is it that on the screens telling you where each train is going , there is a slide shoved in warning you about common sense things like slippy platforms. This I wouldn't mind so much if it didn't spend twice as long on the screen as the information you actually want. Many a time at Euston, with 1 minute to go before the train I think I want to catch, have I had to be reminded about slippy platforms and smoking policies, when all I want to know is whether the train is going to my stop. SORT IT OUT SILVERLINK!

2)Those bloody free newspapers:

Dear Puggers (paper muggers), if I decide that I want one of your trashy, free. London evening papers, and that I want to read bad grammar and bad journalism and turn my hands black, I will not walk towards you quickly shaking my head. The next person who tries to stab my midriff with this allusion to journalism, might be subject to coarse language. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

3) Season ticket renewers:

Why oh why oh why do you renew a season ticket at peak rush hour when the queue behind you will clearly build up very quickly. What selfish, unrepentant urge allows you to hold up a ticket clerk for 5 minutes whilst you ask about all your options, and then to turn-around and look totally unphased by all the commuters choking blood and with contorted faces?? Why?

AND TO THE RAILWAY COMPANIES - Why on earth can't you sort it out and have your so-called 'quick' ticket machines dispense boundary extensions? What possible reason is there that you won't? SORT IT OUT

Phew! I feel better now!

Some photos to end:

Benjee on the train doing his best to be lawless...

I couldn't believe, having sat down in the BL to do some quiet editing, that I'd sat at desk 146. That number is going to return all my life - I can see that now!