I have been working in central London for a number of years now and my daily commute seems to be getting worse lately. Take my friend Emma for example, she works in Docklands which is zone 2 and saves £500 a year on her annual Goldcard as a result. Mind you, she does take great steps to avoid zone 1 fares - I've seen her skirting around the edges of London to avoid such a fate!
On Tuesday there was a tiresome man who decided to bore the entire carriage about his uneventful life via his iPhone, ditto Wednesday. Wednesday evening was awful because my train was cancelled so I ended up having to change half way instead; I duly rushed to change platform and lo and behold the only free seat was sat next to a very large gentleman who took up more room than his fare permitted - quelle horreur! Spent most of Wednesday evening trying to realign my left shoulder via a series of yoga and pilates moves.
Anyway, every cloud has a silver lining and all that - I've been asked out on a date by an office colleague. He has a name, but in case people I know are reading this blog, I'm keen to protect his identity so for now, I'll just refer to him as 'Mr A' - a nod to Carrie Bradshaw's moniker for her on/off love 'Mr Big'. The other information you'll be interested to read is that he's three grades my senior, a former faststreamer with ambitions to become a Senior Civil Servant during the next decade and single since he split up with his librarian girlfriend, Sarah. He was romantically interested in another colleague, but his advances were rebuffed and mutual friends tell me that he was more than a little upset about that. To save on money, he's keen not to take me to dinner on or around Valentine's Day because, as he rightly states, it's a commercial rip off. I'll keep you informed of what happens....
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