Elizabeth Line

All nice and shiny. Massively over budget and delivered a gazillion years late, but at least it got me from London to Romford. Which I guess would have been easy enough even before this behemoth was conceived. I may even have been able to catch, oh I don’t know, a train or something. Ah, well.

Also, I wasn’t allowed to buy a bottle of wine in Tesco because it was after 8pm. Nice one, Essex. Are you all drunk by lunchtime, or something?

I see Blow Job can’t take a hint. That’s the second bet in two days I’ve lost. Ah, well