I arrived somewhat early for my train this morning, not uncommon in itself, and around ten minutes before the train was due my unmanned station burst into fits of information.
Winter weather had been forecast for the next few weeks, good to know but there was no explanation of when or who had shortened the Winter season so I must presume it was Europe.
The train would be ten minutes late, immediately followed by four minutes late, then six, then ten then eight, quite why they needed to attempt real time information I have no idea and it was quite disconcerting on an abandoned station.
The train rumbled in, and was soon leaving to meet the connection. Now here I went real time, using their app, and it was marvellous I tracked both my train and the connection with minute by minute updates and that is why I can confidently say that the connection departed one minute before we arrived! Not only did I know the timing but I could see the two blue dots chasing, but never quite catching, each other.
Now this left me on the slow train to colchester, not a big issue especially as they had removed colchester town from the journey due to ice. For the uninformed colchester town is a triangle meaning trains change direction and obviously crews change ends which adds a delay and means the front of the train becomes the rear.
Those that remember my commuting lunatic will recall being at the front is critical to him, after muttering about missed connections he was most pleased to realise that with no colchester town he was still at the front. I have no idea who chose to ruin his plan but I thank them for the ensuing humour.
Rumour abounded that colchester town had been reinstated, off he ran as fast as he could to the other end of the train. The driver was obviously made aware of the rumours and made an announcement that the train would not be calling at colchester town and sure enough one minute later a flustered little legs returned.
As luck would have it I overhead the guard telling somebody that colchester town was, once again, back on so I strolled to the other end of the train. The driver made his announcement in due course and this ball of panting redness and legs stormed down to meet me, his nemesis, sitting right at what was now the front of the train.
As if to further prove the madness of the commuting breed we were advised that due to a failed train all trains were stalled at colchester until further notice. My fellow traveller still pushed himself close to a coronary to run the length of the platforms having seen the vision of an inter-city service, in his defense I have to say he was one of a scarily large crowd that refused to accept what they were told.
They say tat people are strange, well commuters are their strange slightly inbred cousin from Cambridge.