Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Home. Finally.

An absolute fucking nightmare of a journey has ensured that, despite
leaving Brum at 8.30 pm, I have just walked in my fromt door at 1.20 am.

I may elaborate tomorrow, or I may not. However, I will say this: it
should be made widely known that, if you throw yourself in front of a
train (near Milton-Keynes, say), your family will be liable for
unlimited compensation claims and will end up fucking destitute,
before being flogged through the streets of the nearest town.

Oh, and a swift note to the police: seriously, guys, how long does it
take to clean up some guts.

I shall deal with the fucking shocking state of our transport
infrastructure tomorrow...

UPDATE: I've yet to deal with this fully, but why the hell should Virgin have to pay me compensation for something that is not their fault. The suicide's estate should pay the compensation.

30 comments:

Barnsley Bill said...

The compassion is fair dripping from the page here!
Although I would suggest that living in Milton Keynes may be grounds for mitigation before you lynch the family.

John Pickworth said...

'Tis the same with Motorways these days too.... any incident, no matter how minor, and the Police immediately close the road.

It used to be that rarely was a road ever closed. Twenty years ago, you could imagine the PM screaming down the blower to ask why a vital part of the infrastructure like the M6 had been closed for more than 10 minutes. These days they'll close them for an afternoon or even more without a care in the world.

IanPJ said...

Rough journey eh?

Do wish you would stop beating around the bush with your posts, get to the grist and say what you mean..

JuliaM said...

Another merchant banker, perhaps?

Anonymous said...

Get yourself a helicopter, you peasant. Anyone who voluntarily surrenders themselves to our train "services" deserves all they get.

Ade said...

Bah, that's nothing. I once left London at 7.30pm, and didn't arrive in Liverpool until 3.30am -- and at no point did I leave the train (well, except at every station for a quick smoke, seeing as they'd already got rid of all the smoking cars).

I drove after that.

Glyn H said...

Must agree about the roads. Part of the problem is the Highways Agency, these being devices to distance Ministers from responisbility. And the Police and this agency have long since lost track of the fact that it is the Queens highway and their duty is to keep it open for everybody to use - hence congestion charging is treasonous. Also the police now regard accident sites as 'scenes of crime' to bolster their success rates for targets. A plague on New Labour:its slogan? 'End Liberty Now'

Old Holborn said...

Public transport gives you nits.

Anonymous said...

Whilst I really can understand your pain, having been in a similar boat, please direct your ire in the correct direction. It's almost certainly not the poor guys family's fault he decided to end it all, actually it's probably Brown's fault.

The blame should lie firmly with the Police and the Govt. Every time there is the slightest incedent the road/rail/whatever is closed for the day.

Unlike any other country in the world where the guts are wiped down and the road re-opened ASAP. The transport system in this country is a joke and this is one of the main reasons.

Cunts.

Longrider said...

The police will always close everything for as long as they can get away with. The rail companies will be trying to get lines open at the earliest possible time as trains will be stacking up causing chaos at stations. Such negotiations have to be conducted sensitively. I recall a rail incident officer who was threatened with arrest when he pushed a little too hard.

curly15 said...

You are a nasty twat at times, but I take your point about our transport infrastructure.

Obnoxio The Clown said...

Colour me black and call me a Nigger With Attitude.

nightjack said...

DK

Re the guts, it rather depends on how far the train has distributed them ;)

I have heard of a bit of a wait for an untraumatised driver to be found whilst the ashen faced incumbent is carted off to assist their employer in denying liability.

mongoose said...

Gordon hasn't been on the telly today. Can it possibly be The Great Day?

Anonymous said...

@ obnoxio

you know your're gettin' whiter when the constables start to look black

Justin said...

Was this post written under a 'persona'? Who was on the train cursing someone desperate enough to throw themselves in front of a train - the 'Devil' or his alter-ego?

Enquiring minds want to know.

Tomrat said...

Your all heart DK ;)

Sad for their poor family though.

V said...

serves you right for using public transport!

surrender your responsibility for getting home to someone else, suffer the consiquences!

It isn't the family's fault though - you can't choose your relatives!

Longrider said...

@Nightjack, if someone steps out in front of a train with the intention of committing suicide, the driver and driver manager do not have to worry too much about liability. The psychological impact on the driver (especially those who suffer a run of jumpers) is rather more important.

As for how far the bits are spread - about half a mile or so, sometimes more. You can smell it as you walk up the track... If you don't rush, the foxes will reduce the amount you have to pick up and put in the body bag ;)

Dom said...

Now there's a coincidence Dom's Rambles: "Jump, you fucker jump..."

Roger Thornhill said...

I suspect roads are closed as we now have dedicated Hi Vis Wombles to do such things instead of general purpose traffic police who might rather be doing something else.



word ver: gufwc. Two in a row.

Anonymous said...

What if he did it to "spite" his family?

Tomrat said...

If you don't rush, the foxes will reduce the amount you have to pick up and put in the body bag ;)

Quick question; does anyone know if them eating train fodder gives them a taste for human meat? I'm thinking along the lines of man-eating bears only becoming so after it...

Longrider said...

Well, maybe it does. Never really thought about it that much. You do get a lot of foxes on the railway and certainly here are bits that go missing when someone is struck by a train. No doubt there are a few tasty morsels to be had from the fox's point of view. It is also a source of black humour among the responders while waiting for the coroner's men to arrive and declare the bits dead.

Anonymous said...

do we really need to wait for a coroner to arrive to declare death - fucking stupid -

and I agree about the roads - get the wreckage shifted and get the traffic moving asap

Anonymous said...

Someone was obviously so overwhelmed with pain that they ended their life and all you think of is your journey and your convenience. You self-centred, charmless lowlife.

nightjack said...

@longrider

Quite right. I have attended 2. In both, the drivers were very badly shaken up and in both, their managers were very keen to get them away ASAP for an i dotting and t crossing session.

Longrider said...

@anon - yes, I'm afraid we do have to wait for the coroner's agent or doctor to declare the body deceased. Silly, yes, but there it is...

Meanwhile people like me stand around unable to do anything about it other than crack black jokes. Well, I used to when I was an on-call manager. Those days are gone, now thankfully.

Nightjack, I've spoken to a number of drivers who have had jumpers. Some have been unable to return to work due to the psychological damage. I recall a mobile ops manager who went to pieces when dealing with the aftermath. That's why I have little sympathy with suicides who use others to do their dirty work.

Just as an aside, Herrington v British Railways Board (1972) set a precedent about liability for trespassers killed on the railway line - I give you one guess as to whom.

Anonymous said...

"..I recall a mobile ops manager who went to pieces when dealing with the aftermath."

Have you ever thought of being on the stage Sir...

Longrider said...

Anon, maybe I should. Do you think there's any money in it?

All jest aside, my description was an accurate one. We don't know how we will cope with such events until we are faced with them. My colleague was badly traumatised. He recovered fortunately. I was oddly detached when dealing with these incidents; my concern was getting the service back. The lump of mangled meat on the track was no longer a person.