F*cked up tonight.
Presently we're just sitting at Ingatestone because of f*cked up signals somewhere between here and bloody Chelmsford.
No clues when we're likely to start moving again, and we're now certain to miss the connection to the Braintree train at Witham.
Another triumph for the wankers running Network bloody Rail.
Arseholes.
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