I was going to have another Lord Young related rant this evening, but then something good happened…

The train was late getting into Southampton – about fifteen minutes late, thanks to Notwork Rail signalling problems at Waterloo. Those of you who knew Henners may detect his hand at work…and it wouldn’t surprise me a bit. Normally the train being that late means waiting for an age for the bus home, but the 17A must’ve been a bit late and came round the corner as I came out of the station.

I really couldn’t be bothered to run for it, especially as I’d had one or two gins on the train (two, actually) and there was only one person waiting to get on. But then that one person saw me coming, recognised me as someone who usually catches that bus, and made the bus wait for me!

Restores your faith in human nature…a bit, anyway!

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