Where is there? Reading, that's where.
Reading is not the arsehole of England, oh no. That's Maidenhead. Were Maidenhead to go out for a massive curry featuring Chicken Vindaloo, Lime Pickle and 25 pints of lager, and then, in the morning, really needed a poo - a big poo -, and left a really annoying stain that just wouldn't go away, that would be Reading. With traffic lights. Lots of traffic lights.
So, you want to go to Reading? Here's how...






Time to work:
- Home - Ladbrooke Grove: 5 min
- Ladbrooke Grove - Paddington: 5 min
- Paddington - Reading Station: 25 min
- Reading Station to the Tech-Park: 30 bloody minutes around Reading's bloody traffic lights.
I wouldn't mind, but I get to the office 30 min after the train has gone screaming past its back door. Distance travelled in 30 min? About 2 km!



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