A horrendously overcrowded jam-packed standing-room-only journey by train from Nottingham to London. Somewhat surprised to get an email from East Midlands Railways enquiring if I enjoyed the trip. My reply is below: “What a splendid journey. We found ourselves lodged in the connecting corridor of two carriages, along with many other of your passengers, far... Continue Reading →
Letter to Feedback
Dear Feedback, What the fuck is going on. For fucks sake. The Bee Bee fucking Cee, using the fucking F word in the fucking title of a fucking programme! What the fuck happened to fucking standards? The fucking BBC, for fucks sake! They used to set the fucking standards for the fucking use of the... Continue Reading →