I’m sitting on a train en-route to London. Last time I mananged to swing first class, and demonstrated that I was anything but by trying to pay for the free tea, and after realising everything was gratis, troughed free sandwiches and made myself ever so slightly jittery after over-dosing on the caffeine in all the free tea and coffee I availed myself off. Anyway…………
It’s standard class today, which is fine. But then I hear the latest snippet of ”helpful information’ from the tannoy. "Please be careful when alighting from the train, as the heavy rain has made it slippery". Do I really need to be told this?
I’ll be merrily navigating the Tube in a bit, with the constant reminders to mind the gap, and the at some point, they’ve decided to inform you what station you’ll be approaching and what station you’ve just left, despite the perfectly brilliant Tupe map and line map that adorns each train.
Whenever we drive, they’ve taken it upon themselves to tell us to slow down, despite the fact we all know the speed limit, to take a break when we’re tired, to think don’t phone.
How did this happen? When did we become a nation that needed it’s little hand held wherever it went? How did we agree to be pelted with useless intruction? To be bossed and cajoled wherever we went?
Of course, having reached the venerable age of 34, you may be justified in accusing me of descending into grumpy old man territory, but this really does feel like a cultural phenomon the right brand could get its teeth into.
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