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‘No bullet’ jibe for train row soldier

After writing of the insults I received courtesy of a train manager on my journey south the other day (here) I came across an article in today’s Metro that sounded all too familiar. It seems Cross Country Trains managers are at it again, and not even our armed forces are impervious to their jibes

A teenage solider traveling home from a tour of duty in Iraq is removed from a train after getting irate with a smart mouthed train manager whom, after asking the solider to pay full fare quipped:

‘I don’t know what you’re complaining about. It is not as if you’ve taken a bullet or anything.’

Full Story HERE

I wonder if Zachary had encountered the same man I was I faced with, I seriously hope so as maybe this time his superiors maybe forced to take action!

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!

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

The boy next door.

When I was growing up and living with my parents I moved house a couple of times. On my last move with my mom we moved into what I really consider to be my childhood home living there from when I was 8 until my late teens when I branched out on my own and again in my early 20’s – The time my world came tumbling down.

Across the road and two doors to the left of my parents house was a big house (well bigger than ours) a big house with a big garage, A big garage with a big white door. A big white door that always seemed to be open and in the garage there was something making a BIG noise! There were boys, and not just any boys but teenage boys. Smelly, noise making, boot wearing, hairy, computer playing boys.

At the age of 8 they held my attention for all of 30 seconds, long enough for me to stick my fingers down my throat, wrinkle my nose at my younger sister make fake gagging noises because “eughh boys” and then forget they existed.

I wasn’t sure who lived there and I didn’t care because I wasn’t allowed to play out the front anyway and well, boys smell!

By the time I’d reached 9 my moms rules had relaxed and I was allowed out on the front garden to play unsupervised with the twins from across the road albeit only between the neighbours 2 doors up and the lamppost 3 doors down – right opposite the boys house or on my own providing I didn’t leave the garden. I would use any excuse to take advantage of my new found freedom and would often sit on my own on the perimeter of my boundary waiting for my friends parents to allow them out to play. I’d use this time wisely playing with my cars (hey we live in a world of equal opportunities) and became adept at people watching.

I quickly established using the secret agent skills of every 9 year old that a witch lived in the house across the road (she’d never give us our balls back if they went in her garden). That the house up the street had a vampire living in there that’s why they never opened their curtians. That my dinner lady from school lived about 12 doors away and would frequently pass my house so if I smiled really nice showing as many teeth as possible I’d get extra mint custard on my slab of chocolate concrete next time they served it up in the canteen and that the boys who made so much noise in the house across the road and two doors left was in fact only really one boy, one boy with lots of friends who visted and made lots of noise!

That boy was John, I found out his name the summer just before my 10th birthday. I was pushing my luck playing on my own right on the edge of my “out with friends boundry” casually looking over my shoulder for any movement in my house that would be my cue to flee back to my “out by myself boundry” when he approached me and ever so casually asked…

…Do you wanna see my smurfs?

Well what self respecting 9 year old could turn down an offer like that?

We spent the next 3 hours discussing papa smurf and his band of blue pixies and despite the many trials and tribulations of growing up, my rebellious teen years, his turbulent late teens/early twenties and some absolutely FANTASTIC Halloween parties (but thats another story) we’ve remained firm friends ever since.

He now after a stint living on the Isle of Man lives a million miles away (well 150) in the big city and we don’t get to see each other nearly as much as I’d like but I know if I needed him all I’d have to do is pick up the phone, He knows if he needed me all he’d have to do is pick up the phone….

…and I know that today is his birthday and he’s getting old and although he’s still a million miles away being a high flyer in the big city I still have last years birthday photos to embarrass him with!

Happy Birthday John

Happy Birthday John!!!!

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