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Free for the Xmas bore
Dec. 23rd, 2009 11:30 amThat's me free for the foreseeable future, into 2010.
Getting home last night from the city centre was a nightmare with what is usually a 20 minute journey (at most) taking an hour due to people being surprised that it was snowing. And no roads were gritted as far as I could tell. What the council were playing at is anyone's guess.
I think the problem lay on the outskirts of the city as I had originally planned to go for a bus which comes into the city from Castlemilk but I could see a huge queue as I approached the stop. This suddenly broke up as people were informed that there were no 5s running, probably due to the difficulty in tackling the hills around Castlemilk. So I thought I would jump on a train to Central Station as I was feeling lazy and didn't fancy walking through the crowds on Argyle Street again. This part of my plan seemed to be working as a train pulled into the station, however, we were all herded into 2 carriages of the 3 carriage train due to someone spewing spectacularly in one of them. I guess they had indulged in a bit too much Xmas cheer.
I got to Central Station only to discover huge crowds of people standing around on the concourse looking at monitors which were filled with delayed trains. All the platform monitors were off and there was a notice saying something about broken rails, frozen points, etc. If I had bumped into anyone I knew I would have suggested going for something to eat but instead I headed for a bus in Union St. I should have known there would be large numbers at all the stops but I figured it was the only way I was getting home without having to walk, which might have been quicker in hindsight. There were so many people trying to get on the buses that it took me two attempts before I got on a 44 heading my way. Then it crawled along to Battlefield. When I eventually got off one of the guys who also got off at my stop told me he had been on the bus for about two and half hours from the West End.
Why the UK descends into chaos at the slightest bit of snow is beyond me. It's not a surprise, we may not get this kind of weather every year but we do get it so traffic and services ought to be better prepared.
Anyway, I am now free to be alone in the house for Xmas. At least it's only one day and it's now a lot easier to be here by myself now. It doesn't seem to occur to my parents to invite me down to Saltcoats and I'm not sure if I should suggest it. Family Xmases long ago tended to be a bit fraught as there would always be some point in the day when my father would start on me. I think it was just the fact we were cooped up in the one house with nothing else to do and nowhere to escape to. I don't know if he'd be like that now. I haven't spend Xmas with my parents for a very long time.
Getting home last night from the city centre was a nightmare with what is usually a 20 minute journey (at most) taking an hour due to people being surprised that it was snowing. And no roads were gritted as far as I could tell. What the council were playing at is anyone's guess.
I think the problem lay on the outskirts of the city as I had originally planned to go for a bus which comes into the city from Castlemilk but I could see a huge queue as I approached the stop. This suddenly broke up as people were informed that there were no 5s running, probably due to the difficulty in tackling the hills around Castlemilk. So I thought I would jump on a train to Central Station as I was feeling lazy and didn't fancy walking through the crowds on Argyle Street again. This part of my plan seemed to be working as a train pulled into the station, however, we were all herded into 2 carriages of the 3 carriage train due to someone spewing spectacularly in one of them. I guess they had indulged in a bit too much Xmas cheer.
I got to Central Station only to discover huge crowds of people standing around on the concourse looking at monitors which were filled with delayed trains. All the platform monitors were off and there was a notice saying something about broken rails, frozen points, etc. If I had bumped into anyone I knew I would have suggested going for something to eat but instead I headed for a bus in Union St. I should have known there would be large numbers at all the stops but I figured it was the only way I was getting home without having to walk, which might have been quicker in hindsight. There were so many people trying to get on the buses that it took me two attempts before I got on a 44 heading my way. Then it crawled along to Battlefield. When I eventually got off one of the guys who also got off at my stop told me he had been on the bus for about two and half hours from the West End.
Why the UK descends into chaos at the slightest bit of snow is beyond me. It's not a surprise, we may not get this kind of weather every year but we do get it so traffic and services ought to be better prepared.
Anyway, I am now free to be alone in the house for Xmas. At least it's only one day and it's now a lot easier to be here by myself now. It doesn't seem to occur to my parents to invite me down to Saltcoats and I'm not sure if I should suggest it. Family Xmases long ago tended to be a bit fraught as there would always be some point in the day when my father would start on me. I think it was just the fact we were cooped up in the one house with nothing else to do and nowhere to escape to. I don't know if he'd be like that now. I haven't spend Xmas with my parents for a very long time.
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