London's burning

Dear George

What a week it has been!  Sorry for not writing to you sooner but so much has happened.  First, my train this morning was on time but instead of the usual 8 coach train, it was only 4 carriages long... Therefore, when train become full to bursting the train announcement kindly asked that we all move down the carriage more to allow the next station full of commuters on.  This continued for the next 3 stops, each time the train driver getting more and more agitated.  By now the train was beyond crowed.  I have never seen people sharing a space so intimately outside of an orgy and at no point did the driver apologies for leaving the depo that morning with only half a train.  Getting angry with the customer because of the service you're providing seems to be part of the public transport system...  This is like a waiter giving you soup with no spoon then giving you a scolding after the meal because you'd consequently made a mess of the table cloth!

The weather outside is 13*C and very, very, very wet. The rain has been relentless.  It was rain of biblical proportions, in fact I swear I sore a hapless Shepard trying to round up 2 of ever animal and by the time I reached work I was soaked through.  First class stamps remain 46p.

I was going to tell you all about my very own adventure I had on Monday going Ikea but I got a little distracted because on my way into work I couldn’t'\t help notice that part of London was on fire.  "Which part?" I hear you cry. The part over the road from where I work. Smoke everywhere...70 firefighters tackling the blaze from the uncompleted office block no more than 100yards from the front of our theatre.  The auditorium stank of BBQ.  We spent most of the day sat on the roof watching the flames lick away at the partially finished dome.  When it was time to start the checking the lights for the performance a decision had been made to cancel the show...hooray! To the pub!!

Alas, celebrations were cut short as it was up to me to come in to work early the following day to and attempt to rid the building of the smell of campfires at a music festival.  It is now Thursday and it still smells...  Once i've got back into some kind of routine at work i'll send you a more detailed account of my trip to Ikea...yeah i know what you bitches like...


Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave