What I saw this evening has so annoyed me that I’m taking time out of my normal Friday evening beer-drinking experiments to write this …
I was standing outside the main entrance to Moorfields, under the escalator finishing a smoke before I went in to catch my train (at about 5:10 this evening), when the door to the office or whatever it is opened – the one with the dirty great “No Smoking” sign on it.
Anyway, the door opened, and a flurry of rubbish shot out of the door, hotly puersued by a broom-head! A chap wearing a Merseyrail coat then stepped out, and I thought “aha, he’s going to pick it up in a dustpan and put it in the bin”. Did he hell as like.
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On the day that Miseryrail announced that they’re the most punctual rail operator on the Wirral (or was it the world, I forget), my train was fifteen minutes late getting me home tonight.
The train was late leaving Moorfields and then we sat outside Bidston for nearly ten minutes, without any explanation or apology, while I sat staring incredulously at my Blackberry reading about how brilliant they are at getting us there on time.
I sometimes wonder if they do it on purpose.
On another subject … if you’re a Merseyrail passenger wondering what the unholy stench of diesel in the loop this week was caused by, I can enlighten you. One of the diesel trains that they use for maintenance at night (when the power to the third rail is turned off) sprang a leak and sprayed “most of the loop”, apparently. Good job they didn’t spill anything flammable down there.
I know, because I asked.
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The Merseytart is pleased to have been sent a package from the good folk at Merseyrail, including a pair of the bright yellow flip flops that they so generously handed out to racegoers earlier in the year …
Frankly this little parcel is the best gift I’ve received all year, and certainly better than any of the crap I got for my birthday and most appreciated. It’s so nice when a corporate behemoth turns out to be human and, more importantly, so human it gives me stuff. It’s really made me smile.
It’s good to know that Bart and the boys can make someone smile. I don’t suspect it happens too often.
If I ever get any, I suspect they’ll come tied to a brick, through my front window.
P.S. I hope he notices that I titled this post “Miseryrail Flip Flops”, and not “Merseyrail Flip Flops” … I don’t want to knock him off top spot on Google 
as he seems like a decent chap and deserves the honour, especially if he’s prepared to actually wear the things in public!
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