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Today, I had what were probably two of the easiest and quickest tube journeys I've had all year. Straight on to a Bank train this morning (as in, the train was pulling in to the station and I had to run to get on it), and a mere two-minute wait for a train I got a seat on at Angel, coming back.
That and walking towards Sainsbury's and seeing two No 30 buses coming out of White Lion Street and heading up Upper Street.
I also got to shout at Gwydiot today, which made me feel a whole lot better, especially when he wandered off mumbling "oh, I don't know, actually". The tech support manager suggested I look for a phosphorous grenade to use on him. Tech support don't like him much, either (as in when they totally stitched him up over a "new" PC that turned out to be a re-built one that runs like a dog with Windows XP).
That and walking towards Sainsbury's and seeing two No 30 buses coming out of White Lion Street and heading up Upper Street.
I also got to shout at Gwydiot today, which made me feel a whole lot better, especially when he wandered off mumbling "oh, I don't know, actually". The tech support manager suggested I look for a phosphorous grenade to use on him. Tech support don't like him much, either (as in when they totally stitched him up over a "new" PC that turned out to be a re-built one that runs like a dog with Windows XP).
