Hi, Sorry, Back Now!

As an Angry Disabled Commuter I'm finding it tough to say nice things about commuting in London...and you know the old adage, 'if you can't say something nice...', so I've kind of been avoiding blogging.

The difficult bit is finding a government department or website where one can get information on travel options for the not-as-mobile-as-most. I've looked around a bit and found nothing. You'd think there'd be flyers all over the physio department at the hospital, but no.

This is just a quick one - but I've got a really cute story about my niece that I'll post later!

And today's winner is...

Thanks to the lovely dark-skinned woman who bounced up and down in her seat and waved at me today from the end of the carriage. We were on the Central Line at Bank Station, central London, heading west and she was trying to offer me her seat. Unfortunately, there was no way an Angry Disabled Commuter could get to her safely. All of the passengers sitting near to where Angry Disabled Commuter was standing - precariously -on her crutch just buried their heads even further into their newspapers and avoided the situation.

Boy - would I like to meet Ken Livingston in a crushing tube train one day and give him a piece of my mind. Disabled access for Tube trains, indeed!