Ben Bashford

I’m going to miss the team I work with but I’m certainly not going to miss coming to Chelsea Harbour every day.

Today on my way to work I had…

• A man listening to Guns n Roses so loud on his iPod it was practically Hi-Fi – for me.
• An old man hacking his lungs up
• A student sitting next to me eating a full-on breakfast bap. Sausage, egg, tomatoes, mushrooms. It looked tasty but it really stank. And he kept making these horrible lip smacking noises and licking his fingers. I felt like telling him how many germs he’d have on his hands from touching the handrails on the tube, but I let him get on with it. Enjoy your food poisoning, chump.
• Somebody farted. Mmm poo particles in a confined space. Just what i need.
• People dawdling going into the lift at Earl’s Court meaning the doors closed on me.
• People standing at the crossing coming out of Earl’s Court tube waiting for the green man. It didn’t occur to anyone to check if someone had actually pressed the button.
• A ridiculously long wait for the C3 and the resulting bundle to get on it. I do actually remember a time when people queued for buses.
• People deciding that rather than go upstairs on the bus they’d all crowd at the bottom, round the stairs, preventing people from getting on the bus, off the bus or up the stairs.
• A massive traffic jam from Earl’s Court to The King’s Road
• A small child playing her mum MP3 ringtones REALLY LOUD all the way to The King’s Road. “Listen to this one mum, listen to this one mum”. I have no idea what phone she had but it was ridiculously loud. The idea of having a chart hit as a ringtone baffles me as it is, but having it so loud that you could hear it next door is just insane. Is taking something off a small child and throwing it out of the window illegal?

Getting to work here always puts me in a fantastic mood.

And I’m hung over.