This morning I woke up full of hope for the year ahead and even though it was the first day of work after the long holiday I tried to be positive. Isn’t it funny how a small thing like your train being delayed can really mess your mood up for the rest of the day. I was determined that this year I would be on time for work so I left 10 minutes earlier giving myself time to go and buy my travel card. I didn’t even let the fact that my travel card had gone up by 10 pounds bother me. Got to the station at 8.12 only to hear ” We are sorry the 8.12 to Liverpool street has been delayed by 8 minutes. We are sorry for any inconvenience caused”. Okay some mental arithmetic from myself and I calculated I could still get to Liverpool Street by 8.40 which gave me enough time for my 10 minute bus ride to work from Finsbury Square. ” Two minutes later…. “We are sorry the 8.12 is delayed by 18 minutes”. ” We are sorry the 8.15 is delayed by 24 minutes”. “We are sorry the 8.18 will not run today”. “F***! the Platform was getting busier and I knew from experience that by the time the train would arrive I would have problems getting on. So cutting my losses I ran to go and catch the bus to the nearest Central line station. Getting there at 8.30 I calculated I would probably get to work 10 minutes late. On the bus I could feel my hackles going up. “Pay 150 quid a month for what! shoddy service, cramped conditions, bloody tory government, rip off BRITAIN!”. Got on the Central line…started to relax a bit. Announcent: “We are being held at a red light we should get going in a few minutes”. “WHAT!” not again….I started to simmer inside, even the sight of a rather good looking guy opposite couldn’t wipe the scowl off my face and the journey seem to take forever as the train continually stopped at red lights and then stopped to sort out a passenger alarm at St Pauls, getting more and more ridiculously full. By the time I got to Liverpool Street I had mentally decided I hated London and the next chance I would get I would emigrate to Switzerland where the transport system is fantastic. I ended up getting to work at 9.20am, stroppy faced and it took me till lunch to settle down. So thank you National Express East Anglia for ruining my working start to 2011! Well a colleague sent me a video that made me realise as bad as London transport is it could be a hell of a lot worse. Watch below for yourselves.