Living in south London

There are two trains an hour to Victoria on a Saturday. Seriously, it’s like living in the countryside. I had to wait almost 25 minutes for a bus the other day, I was outraged. I nearly rang the bus company to find out what had happened to my ride.

Of course, back when I lived in north Wales you never got the bus anywhere at all because there were probably only three of them a week and they didn’t come back in the same direction.

Maybe we just expect too much from our constantly connected worlds. I can complain instantly that the bus hasn’t turned up on time, but I still have to stand around for 20 minutes to see if one will turn up.

I also think that there’s a bit of a north/south divide going on. We in the south of London feel terribly hard done by because we don’t have fancy tube stations every 100 metres. Every time I put a journey into the TfL journey planner it involves at least 14 changes and three miles of walking, it doesn’t matter where I’m going.

We’ve got the Tramlink that goes from Wimbledon to Croydon, I suppose, but it just sort of goes from one part of south London that nobody wants to be in to another part of south London that nobody wants to be in.

It’s a hard life.