70 Years ago, you could imagine the kind of scathing comment that a remark like that would have attracted in a leading local newspaper with a wide circulation.<\/p>\n
Eighteen months ago, they re-opened a new railway line in Devon. However, they only re-opened some of the previous railway stations, despite a considerable demand for hem all to be re-opened and even some new ones built.<\/p>\n
Se despite the fact that there were passengers ready and waiting to be carried by the train, they were being left behind.<\/p>\n
When asked why, the result that I received was that "we couldn’t fit those stations into the timetable"<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n It seems that the satire of the previous couple of generations is becoming the reality of the current one, and consequently I am waiting for the day that strange women living in ponds distributing swords becomes an acceptable way of choosing your leader.<\/p>\n Let’s face it, compared with a system that chose Johnson, Truss, May and Trump, it can’t be any worse.<\/p>\n But going back to trains in Devon not stopping, one day someone will tell the train-operating companies that if the trains didn’t stop at all for passengers and ran light between different termini they would have a much better chance of keeping to time.<\/p>\n And once they realise that, we’re all snookered.<\/p>\n But to give you a better example of how screwed-up railways in the UK are, there’s a railway station at the back of Coventry City’s football ground. <\/p>\n At the final whistle the platform is swamped with fans trying to catch a train back to town and the train is overwhelmed. The railway company’s response – “let’s not have the train stopping there after the game. The fans can go on the bus”<\/p>\n Of course, why should the railway company care about passengers? It makes its money from the subsidies off the taxpayer so it couldn’t care less whether there are passengers or not.<\/p>\n Meanwhile, back at the ran … errr … apartment, last night was another late night when I ended up going to bed long after 23:00. But nothing new there. It seems to be the current trend, to go to bed later and later.<\/p>\n But once more, once I was in bed I didn’t need much rocking at all and once I was asleep I stayed asleep, right the way through to when the alarm went off at 07:00. and it’s been a long time since that’s happened.<\/p>\n When the alarm went off I was being involved in the situation at Sparta Prague where they were having to be relegated for a certain reason. They’d just made a 0-0 draw with a Polish team in the European Cup but something had obviously gone wrong and I was in the middle of trying to sort it out and untangle it when the alarm went off.<\/p>\n Don’t ask me what I’d be doing with Sparta Prague because they haven’t come up in any conversation any time. As for “a Polish Team”, Caernarfon are to play against Legia Warzawa in the next round of the Europa League<\/p>\n So having had a good wash and transcribed the dictaphone notes, such as they were, I waited for the nurse to arrive.<\/p>\n When he turned up he saw to m legs and then attended to my arm. Even though it hurts and is quite tender, he didn’t have anything to say about its condition. So no news is good news as far as I’m concerned.<\/p>\n After he left I had my breakfast and then Liz came on line so we had a chat. And it was a Rosemaryesque chat too, that went on for one hour and twenty minutes. But it was different in that we actually had a lot to discuss. It wasn’t just an aimless, meandering chat.<\/p>\n So having sorted out a few things Liz wandered off for a coffee and I started work.<\/p>\n One of the things that I’ve been doing is to download and reformat a couple of concerts from a Canadian group called “Black Mountain” (thanks, Amber). They featured at a Hawkfest a while back and they recorded a live concert for German television<\/p>\n Despite everything, I’m trying to add to my repertoire of concerts and other live recordings, and I’m trying to encourage other artists to send me recordings of their concerts. It’s my aim to broadcast them on the radio on the anniversary of their taking place.<\/p>\n There’s still a lot of good music out there somewhere but it is difficult to find.<\/p>\n And then I’ve been choosing music for another radio programme and have even begun to write up the notes. Let’s crack on while I still can.<\/p>\n My cleaner came round today and we had a good chat. I’d actually finished my tac return so I gave it to her to post next time she’s at the Post Office. She also told me something about what is (or isn’t) happening downstairs and which confirms a suspicion that I’ve had for a while.<\/p>\n Tea tonight was a delicious leftover curry with naan, and the naan was perfection itself. I seem to have found the knack of making those now which is quite satisfying.<\/p>\n So now I’m off to bed, later than expected. I scratched my leg earlier and you wouldn’t believe the amount of blood that went everywhere. I’ve had to plaster myself up and wash the floor of the office round by where I sit.<\/p>\n My leg is still bleeding now, about an hour after it started. But with the blood being so thin what do you expect? <\/p>\n It does remind me of the time a short-tempered doctor and a nurse with only an imperfect grasp of English went to see the patient in the next bed to me who had come in from a road accident.
\n"The patient, nurse. How is he?"<\/em><\/strong>
\n"Him footballer at Crewe Alexandra"<\/em><\/strong> replied the nurse. "Him bleeding terrible"<\/em><\/strong>
\n"Never mind his qualifications"<\/em><\/strong> roared the doctor "How’s his condition?"<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
