‘Tis the gently beating wings of my old guardian, The Fuckup Fairy. I ought to have learned by now it’s pointlss to try to get to airports. Today, however, she’s pulled off a rare confluence of subtle cockups, and it
Anyone for sardines? Not much choice in ‘ere guv…
It’s a shame that “British Rail Companies” isn’t an anagram of “Architects of misery”, as that would be poetic and justified.