Mooooooooooooo guuuuuuuuuurl

I think it’s high time for another post of amazing proportions!

This weekend has been somewhat of a success I have to admit although I was working onSaturday morning I some how made full use of the day. Because I tend to have more time between my train and starting work on Saturdays, I quite enjoy making that three mile walk from the station.

It’s not too bad takes roughly 45 minutes and is quite countrysidey. It’s also quite educational, as I walked past a herd of cows they all decided to immediately stop munching down and stare at me, so I figured I’d say hello. Bad idea. In cow culture « Mooooooooooooo guuuuuuuuuuurl » is apparently quite the faux pas in the majority of circles.

I know this because the response was a pretty aggro MMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO back. Harsh, rejected by creatures that poo where they stand. But jokes on them, they’ll be burgers by the end of the week, snotty toff cows.

After work I had about 3 hours to kill until my next train home, so I decided to have wander about Pewsey. This pretty much consisted of walking to the co-op buying reduced sandwiches and onion rings (two for one!) and stuffing my face at the train station.

On the way home on the train wasn’t too bad, there was a woman with a dog it was a brown long haired one but didn’t get the breed name. She was going back to Gloucester and this was the dogs second journey on a train so it was checking out the place and being a bit whiney when the train started to brake.

But it was amazing to watch all the glum faces board on only to leave smiling from ear to ear, the old people started talking to it, the kids were loving petting it and everybody in between were quite happy to ask her questions and spew love all over it. Clearly this was the dogs version of winning the lottery.

After pulling in to temple meads I decided that I wanted tacos, not in that craving sense but in the way that I utterly HAD to have tacos or somebody was going to die. Fetched all the required items from tescos and went nuts. Plus Best. Tacos. Evar.

Sunday was alright too, went to Iceland to pick up more frozen bits and asda to buy drugs. When I got home I discovered that now I have 58 sausages in my freezer, I sense that it will be a sausage themed cooking for a while!

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Pewsey Station (PEW)

Is this far too passive aggressive? Because I’m not shitting you, I’d actually love to get access to the waiting room instead of dancing across the platform in an effort to keep from hypothermia and frost bite.

To whom it may concern,

In reference to the above mentioned station, would there be any possibility to allow access to the waiting rooms during evenings.

With the drop in temperatures and the constant tardiness of the 2047 service to Westbury I find myself waiting between 30 minutes to an hour on a platform with no cover to the elements 5 days a week.

As I’m sure you can understand it’s not the most pleasant of places to be when the temperatures drop below 0c.

I look forward to receiving your reply and thank you for your time.

Kind regards,

Kevin Costelloe

So, #fgw I know we had our moments but I’ll totally put out tonight.

Well.  I’d like to say this is difficult but it isn’t in the slightest, after the events surrounding that evening.  I received a letter from First Great Western about my passenger charter claim form this morning.

Now, here is the first bit of being critical of the contents "The delay was due to a person being hit by a train on the track…" right, that’s fine, in fact I would have been ok with this from the start.  As any method of oversized public transport you can not do a bloody thing about somebody taking their life or an accident which resulted in an injury or fatality.

However, what you CAN do about it is communicate this to your customer base, at the end of the day people will understand, even in the most dire of weather that the circumstances of an extended delay is down to an act that can not be foreseen (and that isn’t the wrong kind of rain on the line).

The end of this would be if FGW communicated the circumstances, even by the robotic sympathy droid, I would not have taken the time to fill out a claim form in anger, find and attach my expired ticket and send it across to their offices in Plymouth by freepost.  They would not then have to pay for the postage, pay for the employee to spend time to review and respond to my claim form and then pay for postage back to me.

How FGW then redeemed themselves, is by not only addressing the issue, explaining the issue, explaining the passenger charter and how it doesn’t (in a way quite rightfully) apply and how they are going to avoid the issue escalating further than it needs to be.

Melanie « Bile Spouter » Phillips hits a goodun.

Ah another day and another reason to burn a daily mail (although it’s best used to sop up parrot excrement, like Bounty but attracts shit).

Melanie Phillips writes a hilarious tirade on how the Gays and their agenda are involving themselves in education and maths when they’re not trampling on the rights of poor little B&B owners who exclude homosexuals from their establishments.

But on the bright side at least she’s laying off the Muslim community for a while.

If your interested in being angry, feel free to read her (I’d like to say article but that would give it credibility as a journalistic publication) rant then click on down this way!

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