11 hours on trains, didn't reach my destination at all.
departed after 8am this morning from London Euston, First Class to Glasgow, an almost empty carriage.
the other passender was David Tennant.
our train was cancelled in Preston, halfway to Glasgow, and nowhere near the motorway... trees have fallen on the electrical lines ahead of us, we can go no further.
I finally summon the courage to say thank you to David Tennant for being so visibly in support of trans people. he goes towards where the coaches will collect people "as soon as we can organise them", but I chat to the train people who say "we've seen the pics, there won't be trains tomorrow"... so I turn around and get back on the train.
the train will go to London... but not for a while.
eventually the train leaves, it's going to stop everywhere... it will be slow.
but it stops in Wolverhampton, as all trains on that line to London have been cancelled due to a "customer incident on the line near Watford Junction"... which we all believe means a suicide attemp, we don't mind waiting.
the wait goes into hours, and then we're told in the strongest terms, go to Birmingham and catch another train via a different line.
so.... Wolverhampton to Birmingham New Street via a local line, a walk over to Moor St, a Chilterns train to Marylebone.
except, signal failures on the line, we halt North West of London... the signals have failed, because the line is flooded.
the trains are "manually signalled", and we proceed at a crawl.
11 hours, to go nowhere, and to have everything fail.
but hey, I got to say thank you to David Tennant for being ace to trans people
