Hell
I'm on a course in London this week, which means an excruciating 2.5 hour commute each way. This morning a big chunk of the tube was knackered by a broken-down train, which resulted in me having to change train 4 times, and walk about 3 miles underground. The platforms were absolutely packed with people, it was hot, nobody wanted to be there, and I realised this is actually Hell. I did have a plan last week to buy a sat nav and take the bike, but all the hard-core bikers at work said this was crazy; I shouldn't have listened to them.
The moral of this tale: never listen to people. Or travel to that London.
The moral of this tale: never listen to people. Or travel to that London.