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Cake day: July 6th, 2023

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  • FUCKING DOING OUR JOB AS TRANSPORT MODELLERS AND DOING A FUCKING COST BENEFIT ANALYSIS THAT SHOWS YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO GET FUCKING MODE SHIFT FROM RURAL USERS UNLESS YOU RUN A FUCKING METRO STYLE 10 MINUTELY SERVICE WHICH IS FUCKING UNFEASIBLE WITH THE FUCKING RESOURCES WE HAVE AVAILABLE.

    IN THE FUCKING UK WE HAVE A LARGE NUMBER OF FUCKING ABANDONED RAILWAYS FROM THE PERIOD OF FUCKING COAL MINING THAT WOULDN’T HAVE ANYWHERE NEAR THE FUCKING DEMAND NECESSARY TO JUSTIFY SETTING UP AN EXPENSIVE AS FUCK SIGNALLING SYSTEM TO BRING THEM UP TO MODERN FUCKING SAFETY STANDARDS, ALONGSIDE REPLACING THE FUCKING RAILS, SLEEPERS AND BEDS.

    IF INSTEAD YOU CAN HAVE A FUCKING PUBLICALLY OWNED FLEET OF FUCKING ELECTRIC ‘MINI TRAINS’ THAT PEOPLE COULD USE FOR INFREQUENT BUT NECESSARY TRIPS, THAT COULD REMOVE A FUCKING SIGNIFICANT BARRIER TO MODE SHIFT, WHICH WOULD BE PRETTY FUCKING RAD







  • Six in the morning don’t want to wake

    Sun laying low and the world sleeping late

    Hate like the river runs heavy and deep

    Oh I wish that they’d sack me and leave me to sleep

    Five days from seven the week’s hardly mine

    The alarm clock’s gone over to enemy lines

    Waste my time working for cowards and creeps

    Oh I wish that they’d sack me and leave me to sleep

    Rain strikes the window heralds the day

    Rain won’t you wash these eight hours away?

    Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep

    Oh I wish that they’d sack me and leave me to sleep

    Birds at my window sing in the dawn

    By the time that I’m home all this day will be gone

    Spend my life sowing what others will reap

    Oh I wish that they’d sack me and leave me to sleep

    Rain strikes the window heralds the day

    Rain won’t you wash these eight hours away?

    Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep

    Oh I wish that they’d sack me and leave me to sleep

    Rain strikes the window heralds the day

    Rain won’t you wash these eight hours away?

    Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep

    Oh I wish that they’d sack me and leave me to sleep

    Rain strikes the window heralds the day

    Rain won’t you wash these eight hours away?

    Rain feeds the river runs heavy and deep

    Oh I wish that they’d sack me and leave me to sleep

    Chumbawamba – I wish they’d sack me