Apparently the traffic there is infamous. I transferred via there on my way back from the States and even at the aeroplanes were gridlocked. This really annoyed the guy sitting next to me, presumably because he might miss his transfer. While he rushed off the plane, I waited for everyone else to get off (my transfer was in six hours) and then got off almost last. He was waiting outside in the jetway for them to unload some of his luggage that had been too big to fit in the overhead locker on the rather small aircraft, looking like he was going to explode. The moral; sometimes you should just check your luggage in, like normal people.
November 20th, 2007
I’ve been ill for the past week or two, with some sort of cold & flu thing, which has been incredibly annoying. Not only that, but it makes the commute into work that much more unpleasant because I know I’m one of the people in the carriage who is infecting everyone else. And I hate it when other people do that. But I got thinking about the network of transmission; a DAG of disease sweeping through the population. I wonder if the clique would be commuters, on the tube, meeting every morning and evening to cross-breed their germs. Gathering new specimens and training them against their immune systems and drug regimens, selecting them for greater virulence and tolerance. The next morning, they’ll be back on the tube to try out their improved strains. On me (cf. Catch-22).
Its a bit like Petz (TM), but you don’t need AA batteries.
November 6th, 2007