changes...

Spent the night wrapped in a giant st. george’s flag like a pissed England supporter or homeless man (indistinguishable). Sans sheets etc. because I’ve just switch apartments to the slightly dodgy Brixton area and didn’t have a chance to do shopping because of the tragic events detailed below.

Thus far, the tube has been quite good to me. Occasionally crowded, often minor delays, but nothing too traumatic.

That all changed yesterday: moving from Earls Court and burdened by literally 4 big bags, like some sort of worn out mule I staggered in to the Earls Court station (I bid thee adieu) and entered the twilightzone of tube shutdowns. My first train overshot my destination station without a word of notice, then let me know that the Victoria line (the only line to Brixton) was closed because of [unintelligible] and it all went down hill from there. After two hours of crawling from tube line to tube line, I finally stumbling through the streets crowded with Jamacians and made it to my new home.

Also, despite hearing the announcement a thousand times over the subsequent hours, I never could discern what the cause was.