Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Here's another badge owner with an axe to grind.
If you'd like your photograph featured, send it to IhateFGW@yahoo.co.uk. Don't forget to tell me a bit about yourself.
Inventing cocktails with rude names
Why she hates First Great Western:
The lateness of the trains eats into my valuable social time. And please tell me why you can NEVER EVER EVER get a seat on a fast train to and from Reading in the rush hour, is it really so hard to make the trains a bit longer?
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
I am happy to announce that the second batch of badges have now arrived, the last lot having been sent far and wide across the FGW network. And, I'm specially pleased that the nice people at More Train Less Strain have ordered 100, to distribute to unhappy passengers in the Bath area.
So, if you're unhappy and in the Bath area, see if you can see anyone wearing an "I Hate First Great Western" badge and they might be able to give you one of these highly fashionable accessories of your very own.
Of course, if you're not in Bath, you can always use the traditional method of e-mailing me at IhateFGW@yahoo.co.uk and giving me your address so I can send you one, or perhaps several.
It seems that FGW are having to seek far and wide to find a bus company willing to pick people up at the weekends for their replacement services. On Saturday night, the driver of the bus replacement from Tilehurst to Pangbourne had to use his sat-nav to find the way. It's 3.1 miles. Still, I shouldn't complain, it arrived and we got home, so compared to recent journeys, it was a positive triumph. The new timetable came into force today, did anyone spot the difference?
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Location: North London
The liberation from the cycle of uncontrolled rebirth thereby reaching nirvana
Cinema (in particular The Bulletproof Monk and The Golden Child)
Tony Blair and George Bush
Despotic Communist regimes
First Great Western
Why he hates First Great Western:
His regular trips to the Buddhist temple have been disrupted by the continual poor service of First Great Western and have severely delayed his journey to enlightenment. Consequently, he has made it his purpose in life to "preach the word of I hate FGW to fellow commuters and thereby bring about a new dawn for rail travel in the UK and beyond".
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
Sunday, May 06, 2007
As I mentioned in a previous post, I am currently embroiled in the process of selling my home, and buying another. The location of the new abode will be either Eton or Windsor, which leads me into a new transport situation.
Windsor and Eton Central station is linked by a branch line into Slough, from where I can catch the fast service into London Paddington. I'm expecting a whole new world of fun and games, as of course, the branch line is also run by FGW, oh joy!
Wikipedia tells me it's believed the branch was built for Queen Victoria's convenience, travelling between Windsor Castle and London. I bet she wouldn't have put up with any nonsense about the wrong sort of leaves on the line.
Windsor Station opened in 1849, on the completion of the branch line from Slough, but only after considerable opposition from the powers at Eton College, who were convinced that the proximity of a railway would lead the Eton boys astray. I wonder if it did.
And that's the problem with all the toffee-nosed locations in the Thames Valley. Residents didn't welcome the new railway, and didn't want stations nearby, as it was feared that letting all sorts of riff-raff in was undesirable. Unfortunately, these days it means that those of us who want to live in posh areas like Henley and Windsor have to deal with the branch line scenario. Much more sensible options would be Reading, Maidenhead or Slough. Serves me right for being a snob I suppose. Once I'm firmly esconsed in the new home, I'll let you know how it goes. Does anyone have any fun branch line stories to impart?
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
This week, I am mostly selling my home in order to move a bit closer to London, since all of my work is there, and evil FGW are ruining my life by making my commute unbearable.
The particulars of my flat are now on the internet, and include the following line, which made me splutter into my tea: "Pangbourne Station is a short walk away giving fast links to London Paddington". Ah. Hmm. I was asked to approve the details, and did so, but not without feeling a twinge of guilt. I hope that whoever buys my flat is someone who only commutes as far as Reading, as I wouldn't wish on anyone the travelling experiences I've had since last December. Still, it is a lovely place to live, and I wish I could stay, but I can't live like this, and I hold First Great Western partly responsible for my decision to move. Has anyone else given up the fight and actually moved house, partly because they can't trust the train to get them to work on time? It's a sad and sorry state of affairs. Maybe a new badge is required: "FGW is ruining my life!". Bit dramatic perhaps.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Ah, there's nothing like a trip to the theatre on a Saturday night. The performance was excellent, and all was going well, until my friend and I tried to get home. At Paddington station, chaos ruled. The 2330 fast train to Reading was being replaced by a much slower bus, due to engineering works. So, we and several million other people squeezed onto the 2320 slow service, stopping at all stations (and there are a lot of them) to Oxford.
Pangbourne station is unfortunate enough not to have an extra platform, so when there are engineering works, the train doesn't stop there. Instead, a replacement bus is meant to pick passengers up at Tilehurst.
But, due to the lateness of the train, caused by the chaos at Paddington, we arrived at Tilehurst 20 minutes late. And so, when we got off the train at Tilehurst, there was no bus to be seen. No replacement bus service whatsoever. And, of course, no taxi rank at a station of that size. So, through no fault of our own, there we were, two females, at half past midnight, sober, tired, on the side of the road, with no way of getting home. Not really acceptable at all. So, cue one strongly worded letter of complaint, with a claim for compensation for the £12 it cost us to (eventually) get home by taxi. Let's see if they can manage this without ****ing it up completely, like they do with everything else. Hell hath no fury like a blogger scorned. Let's just say, for their well-being, I hope they're clever enough to deal with the complaint quickly, and that the word "sorry" makes it into the response somewhere.
Anyway, how was your weekend? I look forward to receiving some photos of you wearing your badges, and any comments you've received so far.