Another....

...f*ck you Braintree from the arseholes formerly known as Abellio Greater Anglia.

The bastards, now calling themselves just Greater Anglia were gleefully handing out flyers at Liverpool Street this morning, bragging about how they will be running even more bloody trains to Southend, like those f*ckers don't get enough already, Norwich, Colchester and all points between.

Just about the only poor sods not being promised an improvement were once again the unfortunates who choose to live in Braintree.

We can, therefore, confidently continue to expect m our trains to be cancelled without warning as the first resort come any Notwork Fail or AGA f*ck-up anywhere on this shitty, benighted shambles of a rail company.

Friday evening...

And it's all f*cked again courtesy of the f*cktards at Abellend Greater Anglia and their inability to maintain their bloody trains.

Another of their endlessly bolloxed shitboxes was dragarsing up the line to Shenfield at about 10 miles an hour again tonight leaving total f*cking chaos in it's wake, trains were being delayed by 15, 20 and 25 minutes yet again.

As ever though, it was enough for the dickheads running the line to terminate the Braintree train, not once, but twice. The first time at Chelmsford, and then again at Witham.

The day this bunch of clowns are out on their collective arses later this year can't come nearly soon enough.

If it's Monday...

Then you can guarantee either AbHellio or Notwork Fail and quite frequently, both will find a way to f*ck up your journey into work.

This mornings farce was caused by f*cked up points just outside of Chelmsford, Oh, how I hate that f*cking shithole.

I'd caught the 0726 from Braintree to Liverpool Street as usual this morning, which was a surprise in itself, the bastards cancelled it last week.

Even better, we were on time for a change and didn't even have to wait at Witham for the usual late-running Inter-City train to go through. A red letter day then. I should have known better.

It was only once we'd got to f*cking Chelmsford that it all went to Hell in a Handcart.

All of the arseholes that get on there had done so and had elbowed and barged their way onto the train. And then we just sat there. Not moving. At all.

Eventually the driver tannoyed the bad news, there was points failure. F*ck!

You can probably see where this is going.

I eventually reasoned that with Chelmsford being a busy station, Notwork Fail would get it fixed fairly quickly.

Not a f*cking chance. I thought the clowns at Liverpool Street were cretins, but the f*ckwits at Chelmsford managed to take ineptitude and bone-headed stupidity to a whole new level.

As soon as he found out the points had failed the wanker on the tannoy tells the assembled arseholes that they're going to run all of the trains through the station from (the Northbound) Platform 2.

Cue a stampede of arseholes desperate to get to work across to Plaform 2 which immediately became overcrowded. So, next, the moronic staff immediately block access to it. For everyone.

I just wanted to get back to Witham so I could get picked up to go home and work from there.

No chance, the gormless f*cktards blocking the stairs had their instructions, cretinous and nonsensical though they were; absolutely no-one was getting onto that platform come what may. Tough shit if you want to go anywhere sunshine, we have to get the arseholes on to a train to try and make  room for more arseholes.

It was truly, massively, f*cking mental. I have never, ever, seen the like of it,

These f*ckers are beyond redemption. I can only assume that they ask their job applicants questions with simple common-sense answers and anyone who get's them right is rejected.

Staggering,