I logged on to the TFL website this morning and saw that I had 3 quid pay-as-you-go on my Oyster Card. I thought, right, enough for my bus fares today, put on my coat and perhaps somewhat foolishly left my visa card and wallet behind; it was a simple journey and I didn’t think I’d need any money so I didn’t take any with me.
Three miles from home and three buses later I feel like a lepper.
It turns out that information from each bus has to be downloaded via hard-wire and this can take time. When I logged on to the website this morning at six o’clock, seventy pence had yet to be deducted from the information from a bus that I took yesterday evening. You’d have thought that by that time they would have added this information. You’d have thought that they’d use wi-fi. No - I’m guessing that the Oyster machines are powered by newts running around tread-mills.
The upshot is that I’ve just had to walk two miles home with my back in great pain (I have spondylolisthesis).
So to anybody who doesn’t presently hold the office of the Mayor of London, I apologise for my bad language in advance.
Fuck you Livingstone! I’m waiting with champagne and flute glass in hand, ready for the day you go.
