Is there a four-word phrase more terrifying than “rail replacement bus service?” I doubt it. Whatever plans you had for the day (for me, it was meetings with Nvidia and Logitech for reasons I can’t tell you about just yet) are thrown into a chaotic race against time to get to where you need to be (London for me).
In this situation, I have two choices: sit and stew with frustration while lashing out about how I’m seeing more of Market Harborough than any human should (sorry not sorry, people who live there), or get stuff done like this article.
