The Met Line Journal

The life and times of a small man called Min, his daily journey's from Rayners Lane to Farringdon.

This blog is an insight into the wonderful world of the Met Line, packed into chunky bites of random thoughts, the weird and the wonderful sites I see on my journey to and from work, and the odd comedy gag...

Read it and weep (with laughter)...

Friday, 28 September 2012

Friday 28th September - The Journey Home

18:07 Fast to Chesham

Oh yes, thought it Friday, it's not raining, time to do a blog.

So how are we peeps. Doing fine and dandy I hope. Currently standing and as I saw that today was the last day that the old 'A type' Met line was going to be running, so might as well get used to it...hey ho...

So what's the latest with that Teacher whose run off to France. Lets do some Math. 15 + 30 = 15 to 30yrs...

There is a women reading the paper and as she moves here eyes from left to right, her tongue goes in the opposite direction...neat...

There is couple speaking in French...I'll keep an ear out just in case they mention Math.

"Tonight's £80m jackpot' I can see on the back of the paper. Buy a ticket folks. You never know...you may never need to read this blog ever again!

Hold on folks! News coming in that they have been found! Hurrah. I'm guessing the schoolgirls' "What I did in my holiday" essay is going to be one hell of a read...

Actually I'm not sure what the fuss is about my dear blog reader. When I went to France with school it cost my parents £300...

Loads of people have got off at Finchley Road as next station is HoH. So got a seat...neat

Headline today (now I have a paper) is the sad news of the 7 dead Britons who died in the plane crash in Nepal. Why don't they say 19 dead in Plane crash. Obviously with the exchange rate Britons are worth more...grrr

There is a man/boy who looks like Justin Bieber opposite. He's got a Union Jack man bag and gelled up hair.

Thought for the day: I hate people that stop me and ask for directions. I tell them where to go...

What else...

There is an advert about hair loss, which has the strap line 'it needn't be the end of the line'. Ho ho, my sides are killing me...

There is a punjabi man sitting next to me who has decided to compare 2 front pages of the evening standard as he has noticed that they had slightly different photos, but the same story. Who said this journey wasn't exciting...not sure why I had to tell you he was Punjabi, but in your head your imagining that he wore a big blue turban and had a big beard aren't you...err ok so he did, but next time you may be wrong...

Right there's a pregnant Rastafarian who wants to sit down so let's leave it there...

See you all again at some point an have a great sleep,

Au Revoir

A small homme called Kawks


Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Manchester special 15:00 Euston Station to Manchester.

Well hello there. This is a special blog for the hundreds of fans (three), who have been asking me to sort out the blog. Well seeing as I'm not going anywhere for the next 2hrs 9mins, thought I would scribble some random thoughts and observations.

So, just about getting over my disappointment over the lack of wowza new things ono the iPhone. Think they are really going backwards, and read that they only spend 2% of revenue on innovation, whereas Google spend something like 14%. Samsung is taken more of their market by the day, and seem to have all the features in their phones already.

Err hello..., your talking to the man who brought all the original iPhone and subsequent versions, and all the other apple devices they've brought out. I'm obviously still getting one, and ordered it today through work. 3 year contract, so will have to wait for the iPhone 8, before I refresh again!

The evening standard hadn't come out so I can't tell you what's going on today, and most of this route seems to involve going through a tunnel, so can't get a signal to see what the BBC has to report. Knowing my lovely sense of direction and timing (see Denmark story a while back), wouldn't be surprised if I'd caught the Eurostar to Paris instead and going through Le Channel.

That reminds me, those bloody French, taking pics of our future queen whilst she was nagi. Err harram. Some people are saying we are making mountains out of molehills...discuss...

What else. Started watching random stuff on the new iplayer app, which allows you to download programmes and watch them offline. watched good cop, which is err good, and the new series of dragons den. Now correct me if you disagree blog readers but why the hell do the people ask for 5%, 7% or 10%, when it doesn't matter how good it is, the bloody greedy dragons always want 40%! Then they ask if they would be willing to take 30%, to which the answer is always no. getting boring dragons..,getting boring...

Loved last weeks one, with B from London. "Tell me about your balance sheet" asked Deborah, to which she goes 'Yes, I've seen one of those'..bloody brilliant, should have offered her the money there and then!

What else...

Got a big pow wow meeting to go to in Manchester, and hoping after we have done that we hit the night clubs tonight. And yes, I know the first rule of night club....No trainers...

Just rang Preeti to see what she is up too, She weren't too happy and said she spent the morning washing and polishing my pogo stick. She hates spring cleaning...

There is a women in front of me, talking in Arabic. can't really make out what she is talking about but she keeps using the word 'Facebook' every few seconds. Nice..

There is a lady in her 40's who seems to be chatting up a spanish man who is sitting one seat in front. Nice...They are talking about holidays and Corfu and sorry I've tuned out...
Woah, she has just asked 'is somebody meeting you at the station? Might as well have asked if he had a girlfriend 'toyboy lady'!

We are nearly at Stoke on Trent and my accent is changing, and why are you doing a strange accent as you are reading this?

Toy boy lady is explaining now that she doesn't eat meat, woah, wonder if she is Brahmin?

ok, before I go, bad news to share I'm afraid. Rajvi's pet mouse, Elvis, has accidentally died. He was caught in a trap...

Right, let's leave it there! have a great sleep!

A small man in Manchester called Kawks.