Tuesday, 14 October 2008
It's what dlreams are made of
I had no idea how much my journey to and from work actually affected my subconscious until I had a dream. I know that the recounting of one's dreams can be one of the most boring things to be subjected to and I'll tell you now that this recount is no exception so I'll be brief. I dreamt that I was getting on the rail replacement bus for the dlr outside Limehouse station. As if the reality of it wasn't bad enough.
Once upon a time I loved the dlr. I loved its frequency, the ever-changing incredible skyscraper and waterway views, the fact that more often than not on my outgoing journey I would get a seat and that unlike the train from Deptford station I was not stood with my nose under a stranger's armpit and my ear next to some tinny headphone blaring out the "all music Deptford Girl hates" playlist. They are a calm and civilised bunch on the dlr and maybe that is the problem because tfl are at the moment taking the complete piss out of us. So my dream journey to work has become a nightmare one. I feel for all those that live on the one SE8 side of Deptford Broadway as they have no stairs or a touch in/out bleeper thing. They have to take the stairs and cross the road or get the very small lift but only if that don't have to touch in or out. A couple of weeks ago the dlr on two consecutive days decided not go all the way to Bank and stop at Canary Wharf forcing me to get a cab the rest of the way. I shall stop moaning now as it is possibly even more boring than my dream. I shall leave you with one question though, why, after all the bank redundancies does there appear to be more commuters on the dlr, forcing me to stand until Canary Wharf?