November 12th – A terrible day commuting to and from a job in Birmingham. It was wet, cold and the trains were very, very broken. Waiting more than an hour for a train out of Birmingham to get home, it was nearly eight before I got in.
New Street still retains it’s machine-like beauty at night, even when every light you see is red; but good lord, it’s frustrating.
The suck this year seems even worse; not only is it in the traffic and on the darkened roads, but the trains are bad, too.
I’ll be glad when Christmas comes, if I’m honest.