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A word of warning….(rant rant rant) Cross Country Train Managers are SHIT

CrossCountry trains have the most appalling train managers.

I travel by train fairly regularly using various operators but never in my life have I been spoken to with such disdain by someone supposedly working within a public domain.

The member of staff in question was rude and aggressive, he made jibes at us that as a paying customer (or as any customer) I found completely unfounded and insulting, and why? Because I made the mistake of standing (not sitting although their were empty seats) in the doorway to the First Class carriage as the rest of the train was full and I had no where else to go!

SO to anyone travelling on Cross Country Trains look out for the Train Manager called Paul – you’ll know him when you see him, He’s the miserable sullen fucker that hates his job and takes it out on his customers – If you see him avoid at all costs Do not attempt to board the train anywhere but you allotted carriage, and avoid smiling at him if at all possible, it’ll only invoke his RAGE!

On the upside the journey was the first leg of our Wolverhampton to London trip where we had lots and lots of fun, photos will be posted soon, in the meantime:

www.theblondekid.blogspot.com

The Blonde Kid beat me to blogging it, The kid is such a geek, Mommy is so proud 😀

And in case anyone was wondering what I plan on doing about the journey from hell this is an email I have sent their complaints department after “THE” journey:

I was travelling to Birmingham New Street from Wolverhampton on Sunday 3rd August and jumped on one of your trains (the LATE 09.41). I was travelling with my partner, son and parents and I have never in my whole life encountered such a rude man as the one who spoke to me that morning.

We got on in the end carriage (along with some other people) which happened to be first class and proceeded to make our way through the carriage into standard class but when we reached the intersection a group of musicians with their instruments were blocking the way and we could see straight through into the next carriage where other people were also standing and blocking the aisles.

Despite there being plenty of seats available in first class we were very aware that we hadn’t first class tickets so my partner and father stood in the section between carriages, I stood right by the door. My young son and my mother then sat on the nearest chairs to us as we unable to proceed further down the train.

Within seconds of pulling out of the station the jobsworth Train Manager “Paul” (he refused to give us his surname) came charging down the carriage and demanded our tickets, He then demanded we move into the next carriage as this was a “private carriage” so told him I would if I could and if he’d like to ask other people to move I would gladly follow suit.

He then started shouting at me about sitting in the “cheaper seats” and shouting at me to move, at which point my partner stepped through from the intersection and asked him why he was shouting.

This Paul then asked him “What has it got to do with you!?!”

My other half pointed out that I was his girlfriend and regardless of this you could ask more politely he retorted with “I don’t need to it’s my train and I can read!!” Virtually pushed us through the door!!

I then had to stand with a sobbing 8 year old who had witnessed all this in the entrance to the toilets as there was no where else to go and listen to him remonstrate with the other passengers who remained in first class about myself and the other passengers who he’d removed whilst he locked the doors between carriages!

I was so very very angry.

I would have gladly moved further down the train had I been able to. I wasn’t freeloading in First Class – I wasn’t even sitting despite seats being available unlike other “standard class passengers”even though I’d paid the same fair. I’d merely made sure my mom and son were safe on a moving train and stood out of the way of the other passengers.

How dare a member of your staff make such presumptions about myself!

Yes I can indeed read, I read well enough to take his name and title off his name badge. How dare he think just because I have purchased standard tickets I have any less right to common decency than anyone else.

Manners cost nothing!!

I would like some feedback as to what you are planning to about this matter. No paying customer deserves to treated this way standard class or otherwise!

I’ve just received an email from their “customer relations team”

Dear Ms Jennings,

Thank you very much for your E-mail received on 5 August 2008.

I would be grateful if you would send your train tickets to the following address quoting your reference number so that we can fully complete the processing of your claim. Please also provide your postal address to enable us to reply in full.

Customer Relations

CrossCountry

Cannon House

18 The Priory Queensway

Birmingham

B4 6BS

I do thank you for taking the time to write to us. We value your comments, and we welcome the opportunity this gives us to understand what our customers require from our service.

Yours sincerely

Melanie Hamilton-Smith

Customer Relations

I’ll keep you posted with any developments!

Whatever!!

Back in 2006 I posted this video of the blonde kid on youtube

It was a bit of fun, TBK loves dancing like a nutter and I love laughing at him, This morning it appears not everyone thinks the same, I had an email notification of this comment:

ukgirl1 (16 hours ago)r
stupid………. the mother must be a shit mom, she needs to be on Jermey Kyile

Now at first I thought pathetic and I considered just deleting it, In the end I just had to respond:

essitam (2 minutes ago)
Yeah I totally agree, I mean what sort of parent films their kid having fun??

It’s disgusting I mean it’s quite clear the kid is hating every moment of it, She must be the sort of woman that aspires to be on shit day time television programmes…

No wait that aspiration is left for idiots that can’t spell “Jeremy” or “Kyle” and who want to criticize others as they have no life of their own!

– – – – –

ukgirl1 I have one other word for you – WHATEVER!!

Sweet Dreams

I was tucking the blonde kid into bed last night he suddenly looked at me all serious then lay staring at the ceiling…

me: What’s up baby?

tbk: Just thinking….

me: Oh what about?

tbk: I don’t know just lots of stuff

me: Like….?

tbk: You know just lots of stuff like robot factories and unicorns.

me: (dubiously) ok…

tbk: ’cause you know if I think lots of robots and unicorns then it goes around over and over in my head then I fall to sleep and dream about that stuff and then wake up early in time for school so I can go and learn stuff and it makes me clever.

me: really?

tbk: yeah because you have to dream to be clever!

Scientist Jordan

Sweet dreams then kidda!

HesFes 2008

All of these photos were taken on our first full day at HesFes this year (Saturday 28th June).

It was kind of impossible to get more photos of the blonde kid from later in the week as he just took himself off to take part in the activities and/or socialise by himself a lot of the time. We took walkie talkies with us so we could stay in touch, well so he could tell us he was hungry as that’s the only time he seemed to need us because, you know, “I’m eight now I can do it myself”!

I hasten to add he was NOT allowed down to the beach by himself and was informed all freedom privaliges would be evoked and he would be confined to holding my hand all week if I found him there without an adult!

Searching for crabs

Jordan & Kai Crab hunting

We can go by oursleves!

Taking a stroll

A Grand Day Out

Weeeeeeee!

What goes up…

Infatablel Fun

…must come down!

Inflatable fun

Waiting, not so, patiently.

Queing

We all had a brilliant time (yet again).  Jordan relished the chance to interact with so many different people of all ages from all walks of life and to catch up with Kai (1) and Kai (2) whom he met at HesFes 2007. I was thankful to be able to give him the freedom to experience everything in a safe family friendly enviroment and kick back and enjoy the glorious sunshine a nice change from HesFes 2007….

Racing for Cover @ HesFes 2007

Dodging the puddles


Sunburn and Surprises.

Today has been good, the sun has blazed all day it has been glorious. I have spent all day luxuriating in the garden with my friend and her little girl watching the world go by and enjoying a well deserved day off.

I am paying for it now.

By “all day” I mean ALL DAY and by luxuriating I mean being a dumb stupid bitch and frying myself to a crisp. I am in so much pain. I honestly didn’t realise quite how hot it was . My neck, shoulders, arms and face are somewhere near the colour range of beetroot, I have a perfect impression of my watch on my wrist and I’m kind of glad I wasn’t wearing sunglasses or I’m sure I would look something like a Panda! Despite that it kills to move my arms I consider myself very lucky that I ma still able to smile – something I’m doing a lot of at the moment.

Yesterday I had a really really FANTASTIC surprise.

My Dad died over 22years ago and since then I’ve been in very VERY sporadic contact with my fathers side of the family. In fact the only person I have contact with is my Dads brother Stephen and he lives in New Zealand so it is usually an email every couple of months with some mass catch up about what we’ve been up to and our families.

Anyway Stephen was due to visit this England at some point in May (as I’m sure I blogged about before when I knew he’d planned to come over) and I was hoping to get the opportunity to meet him as I have no memory of ever doing so and the only image I have of him comes from those emails and a few grainy photographs he sent me when I first got back in touch with him 12 years ago so it would be brilliant to get to get to know him “in person” especially as all my “local” relatives seem not to be bothered.
Anyhow yesterday lunch time I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor as I had nothing better to do on bank holiday Monday when there was a knock on the door and there was my Uncle – I didn’t even know he’d was in the country!!

It went something like this….

Knock Knock

Me: Hello

Strange man: Hello….

About a minute of silence passes and I’m just about to say say “Look you knocked MY door what do you want???” when the penny dropped

Me: OH MY GOD

I then throw myself into his arms unsure whether to laugh, cry, kiss him or take the piss for him being so presumptuous that I’d be home on a bank holiday!

I invited him in, offered him the obligatory quintessentially English “cup of tea” and inundated him with questions. Despite his obvious jet lag (He’d landed in Manchester at 7:30 that morning after a 14 hour flight from Phuket, Thailand, Travelled to Wolverhampton, Dropped his bags at his base for this week and came and knocked on my door) he attempted to answer them all.

He was everything I’d imagined him to be, He was so forthcoming with everything I wanted to know he laughed and joked as if I had known him (really known him) for years and I think we both had to bite back the tears when he told me how much like my Dad I was.

I would have liked to have kept him here all to myself but knowing what trouble I’d have landed myself in with my sister had I done so, I dropped her a text message letting her know I’d a surprise visitor and within minutes I had my sister, my mom and my step-dad (who also knew my uncle from before he emigrated) camped out in my living room reacquainting themselves with a long lost friend/brother in law or in mine and my sisters case simply meeting our never before known uncle.
I still can’t get over the fact he was here, in my house, in person, really really!! – I’m so happy I keep grinning like a loon!!

We’re hoping to get together again on Friday evening along with his middle son Joshua who he is travelling with (the older one Caleb is on the army and the younger one Stefan is sitting exams so is at home with his wife Belinda and couldn’t come) and other members of my family who I have not spoken to in years.

It’s going to go one of two ways it will either be absolutely awesome and I’ll have the chance to find out a lot more about my heritage or I’m going to find a lot more water had passed under this particular bridge than I know about and it will be horrendous!

Either way I think it’s going to be a night to remember and I’m just so pleased to have fitted another piece of my family jigsaw into place!

What goes around…

This week has been BUSY, everything is changing and it seems to be happening at 100mph, I definitely feel like this evening is the first real opportunity I’ve had to relax. Not that I’m complaining. Change is good especially when it’s changing for the better, But I’ve so many new and exciting things happening that it’s hard to keep up with myself let alone everyone else but sometimes it is nice to just sit and relax.

Tonight was my “sit down and relax” evening, we had take away for dinner and sat together to eat TV off, music on and we chatted about what we’ve all got going on and what we’d been up to today. The following is the blonde kids thought of the day…

TBK Mom do you believe in karma?

ME I think so why hun?

TBK Because I don’t.

ME Do you know what karma is?

TBK Yeah it’s when you do something nasty to someone and then something nasty happens to you.

ME Yeah it’s kinda like that, why do you ask anyway?

TBK Well today in school I tried to stop Lewis ball and I stopped it too hard and it bounced away and I got shouted at for being mean but it wasn’t really mean as it was accident and then someone threw it back and it bounced on my head and the teacher said “That’s karma that is, you kicked his ball away and now you’re hurt”. So is that karma?

ME Kind of I suppose yes. If you did kick the ball deliberately. (Giving him THAT look)

TBK Well maybe I do believe in karma then – just a little bit.

I’m not sure whether to be upset at his half admission of guilt to being mean to Lewis or whether to be impressed at yet another display of his understanding of the English language and his definition of “karma”

Whatever I decide I think this conversation will always be held as an example of “What goes around comes around”

We survived…

The television amnesty is over, not that anyone is bothered. We survived quite well without the grey box in the corner, so well in fact it has hardly been switched on even though it is now “allowed” and both myself and James have dragged ourselves away from the computers outside of the predetermined “shut down” hours with out suffereing any major withdrawal symptoms.

The blonde dude didn’t once complain of boredom, We’re looking into purchasing a different selection of board games for him and we’ve looked online to see what activities are running at out local library. He has even gone as far as to suggest other activities we can partake in AFTER the ban was complete.

He didn’t even ask for the television when he went for dinner at my parents which is amazing as he is allowed free reign of the remote control when he’s there…..I think I can call that MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!