Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

Pixie should count herself lucky that her umbrella doesn't collapse every twenty yards. And that she didn't have to walk from Victoria to Clapham Common, a distance of about three miles, only to get home and find out that the power was restored fifteen minutes after leaving Victoria. (I had questioned someone outside Queenstown Road Station and she said that trains were running but few and far between, and full). In truth, it was not a bad walk. Although it would have been better without pissy rain and hurty shoulder. Also better without Doc Marten sandals, although I was thankful I wasn't in kitten heels. It would have been better if I had a functioning digicam and could have taken some cool pics of the crowds milling round Victoria. "K-os," said one woman on her mobile. "You f***ing moron!" I said to the pinstripe who barged me out of the way. It would have been better without the smell of newly watered sewage rising in a foul miasma. It would also have been better if I hadn't lost the courage of my convictions, thinking I was heading West when I was, indeed heading South East. The BBC says there were power cuts in Brixton. As you can see I am not currently affected. I take the view that if my clock, answerphone and video stay programmed, then my freezer's okay. I'm going to stick my neck out and say that I bet this was caused by sudden and unexpected rain, because the f***ing infrastructure in this f***ing country can't f***ing cope with an f***ing moderate shower. And now I've got hiccups. Ah, well, the Blitz spirit. It makes me proud (blahblahblahblah repeat ad nauseam). PS The joys of rail privatisation - a separate, yet almost identical, announcement  was made in each half of the station. One was aimed at South Central customers, the other at Connex South-Eastern. PPS Tfl have a Press Release. Right, I'm prioritising London Bloggers on my Blogread!