I hate TFL

Commuting in and around London should be quick and enjoyable, right? Wrong. My TFL experience over the weekend has made me swear never to use public transport ever again. So why do I hate it so much? Well, first things first, delays... Has there ever been a time your train wasnt delayed? Mine always seem to terminate a few stops before mine or don't run at all!

Anyway, this weekend I was travelling from Feltham to Wembley Park, a journey which should have taken 90 minutes, took me almost 2 hours and a half. I set off from Hatton Cross at 3pm, waited 20 minutes for the Piccadilly train (due to a 'trespasser' on the tracks). When I finally got on, the train was over crowded as usual.. Stayed on for a couple of stops before the train decided to terminated at Acton Town.

 At this point I'm running late for my friend's birthday party and so are the other passengers who were swearing around me. After a 15 minute wait, the next train arrived - Hallelujah. So this train was even more crowded,  I found myself in between the two rows of seats. Now I had to hold on to the yellow pole thats dripping with human bacteria and sweaty hands - with no hand sanitizer.

Anyway, I now had to decide which way to face, do I face the pervy men who were grinning at me or turn my back and give them a nice view of my arse? I faced them and put my headphones in to avoid awkwardness, and of course, the train driver with a heavy accent decided to stop the train for a '2 minute wait' LIES. It was 4 minutes.

Finally after it moved, I arrived at Green Park and met my friend on the congested platform. From there we caught the train on the Jubilee which was fine. Then we got the dirty bus to my friend's house.

So on the way back, everything was fine until my train YET again was terminated due to 'someone under the train' - its 9/10pm and I want to get home, kill yourself on your own time please. There I was, on the platform waiting for the next train, all of the passengers were men may I add - feeling slightly intimidated at this point, my boyfriend offered to pick me up from the station - PRAISE THE LORD! After a random man brushed his hand across my arse, the train arrived and finally I was back!

Note to self - Never travel alone at night. Or use TFL.