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August 15, 2002 

Tuesday. 6:30 am. Thribble is on a train out of Crawley heading for a meeting in Chester. All goes swimmingly until Crewe, where Thribble discovers that the leading train company covering the north west of England is on strike, and she has to get a bus to Chester. The bus leaves 10 minutes after the train should have left and arrives 45 minutes after the train should have arrived. The meeting goes fine, and Thribble leaves in time to catch the 13:15 bus (next on 14:15). The bus turns up 30 minutes late. When it eventually reaches Crewe and Thribble realises that it's missed the last train she printed out she asks the nice BR man how to get home. He recommends the train to Brighton, changing at Gatwick. The information board declares that this will arrive in Gatwick at 20:50. Thribble phones her lovely boyfriend and asks him to have a look at the railtrack website. After his help, changing at Watford and Clapham and being forced to change carriages as her final destination has a short platform, Thribble arrives home at around 19:25.

This wouldn't happen in this day and age though. Would it?!