After having schlepped from Angel Court, behind the Bank of England, to Paddington station, tonight, to get home in time to turn round and go back again, I have a few questions about the Metronet strikers who apparently "deserve" copper-bottomed guaranteed pensions fed from my private bank balance for the rest of their lives.
Can these bums be sacked for breaking their employment contracts? Can I sue them for lost time and worn-out shoe leather? Is the Queen an Aardvark?
They should all be given one-way tickets to North Korea and kicked onto the plane. Then they'll be able to find out what a real iron rice bowl looks like.
Thank God for the cold lager on tap at the Globe pub on Baker Street. Cheers.