| Tuesday, January 28, 2003 |
 | Christmas Jones! Thank God for homeworking, where I can snuggle in my endlessly comfy dressing gown and actually get something done. Yesterday was an ass-to-ass nightmare, although it did at least give me a chance to drop off my books at the Poetry Library (drop off literally, in fact; it's closed on Tuesdays, so you have to leave them outside the door, like a charity shop). However, no trains from Charing Cross. None. Since this was caused by a signal failure at London Bridge, that didn't seem like such a great idea either. So, tube to Elephant and Castle, and the most crowded bus ever home, a 20-minute journey taking two hours.
When I was younger, I used to take the nightbus back from the centre of own pretty frequently, often getting in about dawn. Maybe I will feel more sanguine about it when the weather improves, but right now I'm just bewildered. Who the hell was I? Clark Kent?
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