Thu 2 March - Squeaking in again...
Having absorbed around 15 litres of other people's sweat into my clothes, I have one simple message for Bruce "Sir Topham Hatt" Hughes... it's time to go. Now. Right now. Don't even bother saying goodbye. Just clear your desk and go. You are an absolute disgrace. How you can take your monthly salary with a clear conscience is beyond me. You are utterly pathetic.
At 17:06 we're told the 17:07 is not running. At 17:41 we're told the 17:17 is not running either... although my guess is most people have probably worked that out by now. At 17:42 we're told the 17:27 is on platform 12... say what?! Suddenly I realise all those thousands of people on platform 10 are Sandy line passengers. They all surge towards platform 12, as do the hordes currently on platform 8. No chance I'll get there, so I'll wait and see what happens. As platforms 8 and 9 empty a train rolls in... surprise! It's the 17:38.
All the people who have raced over to platform 12 surge back to platform 9 and begin jamming themselves in. We're chockas as we eventually depart. We're nominally the 17:38, but we leave at 17:49. Hundreds more jam in at Richmond and South Yarra. Nobody can move. People are getting shoved all ways as we pull into each successive station. Finally we get to Ripponlea some 17 minutes late.
So let's try to summarise... we presume the 16:57 ran. After that the next departure was almost exactly 50 minutes later. Bearing in mind they're supposed to be about every 10 minutes, that's utterly hopeless. You had to be there to see how bad this was. Meanwhile, Sir Topham will be travelling home in his luxury limo, blissfully unaware of the chaos back at the station.