Bloodsucking cun@#!%!!!!!

Please pardon my French - but honestly!!! Imagine me to be little Mr Glasseyes on the left, and Thameslink/First Capital Connect (whatever you horrible, evil people call yourselves these days) is the lady on the right. I forgot how insanely tiresome it is to travel into London!

Now the actual journey takes 40 minutes (without calculating stops in between). Not too bad at all, once upon a time I had to get up at 5 every morning in order to get to university. But Christ!!

I get to the station (already 20 minutes too early just in case), the train arrives - and wohey, it is so packed no one can get on! Second train arrives fifteen minutes later. Lucky me squeezes in, I suck in my stomach and - yes, yes, YES, I AM IN! (*herbal essences moaning*)

But my story does not end here - I reach my destination and make it off the train. I need to go up some stairways at West Hampstead, but there are so many people getting off the train I have to wait for 10 minutes before I can even start walking up. In a distressed manner I try to jogg to the tube station wearing my heels (one has to look professional for work!).

Completely out of breath and feeling hot as hell - and looking it too - I arrive at the tube station. When the tube arrives I want to throw up. It looks like a giant fish bowl filled to the top with bored, puffing, moaning, tortured Londoners, gasping for air as soon as the door opens. No one has the energy to even pretend to look happy, and there we stand: stepping on each others feet, ramming elbows into all kinds of body parts, wishing it was all over.

This morning, I could not even get out of the tube at my stop. It was so packed there was no way to dig my way out before the beeping of the closing doors started. So, I have to go one extra stop in order to return. I desperately run to the other side to catch the tube back, I get on, thinking 'almost there, there there Elle'. The doors close. The doors open. The doors close. The doors open. And on it goes, for 15 minutes. Do you want to know why? BECAUSE THE BLOODY TUBE IS SO PACKED WITH PEOPLE THE DOOR SENSORS KEEP GOING OFF!

A very red-headed and angry looking tube driver rushes by outside, millions of bored and tired londoner-eyes following him as he passes. You hear yelling and someone is forced to get off the tube. Finally we are moving, and I finally make it to work - only 20 minutes late.

Please note that this is only the morning journey.

Now the best part is yet to come. Do you know how much they charge me for this journey (once back and once fourth each working day) per month? £238.00!! (För mina svenska vänner, det är nästan 3300 SEK per månad!)

I am forced to pay so much bloody money for such a shitty and disgraceful service? *shakes her fist in anger* Margaret Thatcher, if I ever cross your path I will scratch your eyes out with a spoon, and the same goes for you bone head directors of the First Capital Connect.

We Londoners despise you! With passion! And excitement! Who's with me?