Relying on Euston is a gamble. It’s a casino where the jackpot is a seat and the house always wins. Our house is made of broken points. Until some tech wizard invents self-healing tracks, we’re stuck with this chaos.
So next time you see “points failure near Watford” on your phone? Take a breath. Buy a coffee. Embrace the suffering. Because you’re not alone—we’re all in this overcrowded, cancelled, pastry-filled mess together. Cheers.
