Strike

Just the way our parents teach us right from wrong and how to deal with sadness in our lives, they should teach us how to deal with a complete shutdown of the London Underground.

Here's an eventuality my mother failed to prepare me for and today I pay the price.

It's not so much that I don't like taking the bus into work, I HATE the very idea of it. All that waiting around and in my experience buses are never on time.

That's right, I'm a fan of the underground. It gets me from A to B in a matter of moments and is, more often than not, bang on time.

So, it perplexes me to think that a whole vital section of London employees have gone on strike whilst the rest of us suffer in the gas chamber that is the Piccadilly Line.

Thankfully, I don't get told off if I stroll into work half an hour late. It's the glory of God I'm sure- my virtuous employer.

So, what am I to do? Perhaps walk to Leicester Square and pop into g-star on route.

Let's hope these underground employees see the light whilst the sun is still out. If I have to walk in the winter, there'll be trouble.