It seems like we can’t go a month without the crushing news of more train cancellations and the inevitable tirade of beggars on Overheard, exchanging money or their literal souls (with a venom thrown in for good measure) for lifts back from Exeter. The rest of Europe’s impeccable transportation system (the bare minimum, in reality) makes the UK look shockingly bad for getting its citizens from A to B. The trains in the UK are like boys: you wait months for one and then two come along at once. Most of us have experienced a lifetime of this pain and now the trains are joining in the fun too. It’s not even a mild inconvenience, train companies have us in a chokehold and they know it.
Even when miracles occur and the trains are running, it’s not like the services are even good. Delays longer than it would have taken to walk to your destination, ticket prices you need to remortgage your house to afford and the worst polystyrene cup of tea ever produced.
The UK transport system is on its knees and makes the nation look like a third-world country wearing a Gucci belt- we have the money to afford good transport but the drive to be better is severely lacking. I dread to imagine the unavoidable Christmas Carnage that train strikes will bring …
