These boots were made for walking (thank jeebus)

Oh tsk, tsk. Or should I say London, London?

You are the beating heart of these isles, you are the financial, cultural, social and legislative centre of the United Kingdom, and in some respects all of Europe. And you know what? I've always stood up for you. I've always said that for a city this size, you're amazingly clean. I've said that your larger museums are free and your public transit is impressive and your people as a whole are polite.

I even used to stick up for your public transit. But now?

Look. I've given you a lot of chances. A lot. More than three strikes. More than I gave to my last boyfriend -- so really, a whole lot.

But lately, TFL, I feel like this isn't working. I mean, I know everyone has their flaws (just ask Stoner McNojob) so that's why I was willing to cut you some slack. I mean, the whole point of this blog is that I am so far from perfect it's almost painful.

But man. I get that the 453 bus comes every 15 minutes (or more), thus leaving me to watch TWO of every other bus go by whenever I need to get home. I get that not every bus driver really speaks English -- but why would they have to? I get that the Tube could get stuck underground at any point, giving any claustrophobes a chance to make bargains with god they will never keep.

But today? Walking from Pall Mall to Baker Street? Really? Because traffic was so congested that the bus driver actually advised us to get off the bus to catch the one ahead, except that busdriver said it was pointless to get on? Because there was a "fuel spillage" a couple of miles away? I mean, I know it's not TFL's fault that the stuff spilled all over one of the toniest neighbourhoods in central London, but couldn't someone had explained why I was getting off in the first place? Or hey -- how 'bout Tube vouchers? Just an idea.

Not such a crazy one, either: the last time I was in Barcelona they were giving away free train tickets from the airport to the city centre (I swear I didn't just not pay) to apologize for how bad their train services had been lately. Sure, that didn't really help all the people who'd previously suffered a disservice by the Renfe train network before I even got there, but still. Their Catalan hearts were in the right place.

So I would like to suggest that Transport For London get their shit together, otherwise I'm leaving them. But probably not for Barcelona -- I hear their trains are a bit f*ed up.