Invisible Train

I was bringing a train out of the depot this afternoon, one of the afternoon peak ones. The list of where to find trains in the depot wasn’t available when I turned up, so I had to wait. I was eventually told it was on one of the cleaning roads, so over I trundled to pick it up. As I headed down the walkway, I realised I had been assigned a very special train: London Underground’s Top Secret Stealth Train. Well, either that, or my train wasn’t there! I veered off towards the shunter’s cabin but, while I was still a few paces short, my own train did glide into position, so off I went to sort it out ready for service. The railing alongside the train was festooned with a whole load of cleaning rags, and there were pallet-wrapped stacks of seats beside it as well, which all made for a rather odd scene.

Coming into South Kensington I saw one of the girls in my CSA group waiting on the platform. I’d not seen her since then, so that was a nice surprise. She’s currently going for Supervisor, apparently.

I was going out to Uxbridge and looking forward to a nice long run with the door open, given the heat, which meant of course that somewhere round about Alperton it started absolutely chucking it down with rain. The intensity varied, but it was torrential at several points. It cleared up between Hillingdon and Uxbridge (luckily, since I didn’t have my raincoat!), but after I’d changed ends the heavens opened again, even worse than they had previously! I ended up doing selective door close and we made very quick stops at Hillingdon through to Ruislip, where it started to ease up again. It was so heavy that the spray was causing a fog-like effect, making some signals a bit difficult to sight, and there was water cascading off the platforms at Ickenham like waterfalls. Truly, truly odd weather!

Engineering Work..

Nice fun day yesterday trundling up and down between Cockfosters and Hammersmith. I actually had six trains in one duty, my driving pattern went something like this:

Train 302
Arnos Grove to Hammersmith
Train 304
Hammersmith to Cockfosters
Cockfosters to Arnos

Meal break!

Train 321
Arnos Grove to Hammersmith
Train 323
Hammersmith to Arnos Grove
Train 322
Arnos Grove to Hammersmith
Train 324
Hammersmith to Cockfosters, then into depot.

So yes, that did get a little repetitive! Although it helped that it was my first day back after leave, I suppose. We were reversing in Hammersmith e/bound platform - on leaving Baron’s Court we had to go through the siding and then into the e/bound, which didn’t seem to have Correct Side Door Enabling installed… either that or I stopped in the wrong place three times, and I don’t *think* that happened!

Nothing especially out of the ordinary happened (apart from the obvious engineering works!), although I did see a rabbit in the depot. I also managed to spill soup down my trousers just before leaving and the only other thing that was clean and ‘fitted’ - I use the term loosely - was a skirt, so I ended up having to resort to that. You’d think it would have been cooler than the trousers, but thanks to the heavy material and the really awful lining, I can assure you it was not.

Apparently all the drama happened at Northfields, with a signalling ‘problem’ causing pretty much a complete shutdown between Northfields and Heathrow for a while. A Wrong Direction Move had to be done, but the initial attempt apparently didn’t move the train back far enough to actually clear the signal in question…!

Anyway, very short shift this evening, then two days rest days. Typically I have a lot of Saturday rest days coming up, which isn’t ideal - I have invitations to various weekday things that I would quite like to attend. And Saturday 11th, where I *do* have something I’d like to go to, I am working - and annual leave is oversubscribed so that’s not an option, and I can’t be bothered trying to find someone willing to switch at this short notice. I was in fact supposed to be resting this coming Friday and Saturday as well, but changed them for Tuesday and Wednesday this week. Oh, well.

Pictures

Some of the pictures I took while away are now up on the pictures page.  I’m especially fond of this shot:
Swanage Railway

Swanage Railway

Worksick

Although I know my mood hasn’t been excellent lately, I don’t think I’d realised quite how thoroughly ‘worksick’ I was until I found myself charging across a shopfloor to basically bodyslam one of my poor ex-colleagues with an unexpected nineteen stone of the past shrieking her name before bursting into an embarassingly explosive crying fit.  Moments later two of my other close friends came dashing over after hearing what was happening, followed by the current manager, who was a store supervisor while I was there.  In fact, the only person who was on duty that I didn’t know was the woman on the till, and she happened to be serving one of our old regular customers, who also recognised me.  Hugs all round, lots of tears on my part, J standing off to one side seeming a bit bemused by it all.  We almost hadn’t gone in - last time I popped in the only person on the shopfloor hadn’t been someone I knew - and I don’t think he’d been expecting *quite* that reaction. 

Don’t get me wrong - I love driving.  At times, I honestly can’t believe I’m actually here.  Most of my life has been such a disaster with regards to hopes and ambitions that the fact that I’m really driving an Underground train is enough to take my breath away at times.  But I do miss the people I worked with, and the fact that I could use work as an outlet when I was upset; I don’t know how many times I stormed out of the house, striding purposefully towards work and put in thirty minutes or so of quiet work.  Staying away from customers, generally, but getting on with the cleaning or back office stuff or lending a hand with the datechecking.  Or the times I’d get engrossed in a task and only realise that my shift had ended half an hour previously when someone asked if I was ever leaving.  Or the rare night-time stays, shop closed, myself and maybe one other person, laughing and joking, drinking tea and getting on with work amid the empty aisles.  Picnic on the floor by the light of the chiller.  Sitting on the floor out the back eating a croissant and recounting the armed robbery the night before.   Dressed up as angels for Boxing Day.  Dodging the water cascading from the ceiling.  Candle in a doughnut for my birthday, only they’d got the date wrong.  The triumphant cries as the tills yet again succumbed to my excellent fault finding techniques.  Delivery days.  Stock takes.  Christmas, Easter, Bank Holidays.  More than my biological one, they were my family, and leaving them was a wrench.

Enough maudlin crap from me, thank you.  We also visited the Watercress Railway, Swanage Railway and the Moors Valley Railway while away, and I have a couple of good pictures that I’ll upload, probably tomorrow.  There’s an especially good one of 87008 at Corfe Castle station, the single line key exchange taking place, with the castle itself in the background as the wisps of steam drift over to meet the few clouds that mar an otherwise perfectly blue sky.  A professional - or more serious amateur - could no doubt have framed the shot better but, for me, it’s pretty darn good.  It’s unfortunately not obvious from the picture that the train was actually in motion at the time, which makes the composition of the shot a little more impressive than it might otherwise be…!

Quiet!

After the chaos earlier in the week, today was incredibly calm - in fact, I can’t remember anything out of the ordinary happening at all. Therefore, this is all I have to say.

Disruption!

Well, bloody busy two days on the Piccadilly Line! I never did find out the original cause of Tuesday’s disruption for definite, I heard both signal failure and trackside fire at Oakwood (nothing saying it couldn’t have been both, I suppose!). My train finally turned up approximately 45 minutes late. I was due to go to Ruislip but was turned at Rayners Lane, which got me back to Arnos *just* in time to not have to take late meal relief, so I picked up my second train after a rushed dinner roughly on time. Whilst I’d been out on the Uxbridge branch there had been reports on the radio that one of the two signalling computers for the Turnpike Lane - Cockfosters stretch had gone down, and they were working with just the one.

I was going to T5, and the train trailing me through Central London (about 1 minute behind) was also going, so when I arrived at Hatton Cross (several minutes early), I wasn’t held to time and then at T5 was given the signal straight into the siding and, when finally remerging to head east, I was also given the signal early. Off I trundled, finally running into congestion partway through Central London as the signalling computers had now given up the ghost entirely, crashing and locking up constantly. Local control was taken, but it was then discovered that the local computer absolutely refused to let them reverse trains at Arnos Grove… a fairly important facility at the best of times, let alone when all your trains are running late and out of sequence. OOOPS! They were trying to turn trains at Wood Green (and Oakwood if necessary), but these don’t have the third platform so there’s the inevitable delay caused by tipping out..!

Due to the early departure from T5, I actually didn’t finish too late, probably about ten minutes or so later than I should have done and due to the time of the finish, there is time built into the shift to take a staff train back to Arnos to book off, which I don’t have to do, so I did still finish comfortably within my hours. However, because they’d used all the sidings up earlier trying to recover the service (staff trains run from Cockfosters to Arnos sidings, where they are left to form the early staff trains back to the depot in the morning and then the first westbounds from Cockfosters), they were having to run staff taxis from Oakwood…!

Today I came in, headed over to the westbound platform and, again, found the collection of drivers that normally means that the service is screwed. My own train eventually arrived about 50 minutes late. I headed towards Rayners Lane as scheduled (bizarrely, as I came into South Harrow eastbound, onto the platform came one of the people who I’d been out with that morning before work…!), and then headed east. I was obviously running rather late at this point and, as I entered Piccadilly Circus, the radio went and I picked it up, expecting to be asked to reverse Wood Green, since I was due to get off for meal break at Acton on the westbound. However, I was completely thrown by the controller asking me to reverse Kings Cross east to west, which is a move I’ve never yet done in pracitce and is rather trickier than a normal reversing move. Thankfully I think I got it all right, and I trundled off towards Acton having no idea where my train was going - it was booked to run to Uxbridge, and I wasn’t told to go to Heathrow, but they had Rayners Lane shuttles in, soooo…!

However, it was soon to become incredibly irrelevant because, as I coasted towards Earl’s Court, the radio sprang to life. The Rayners shuttles reverse via the sidings to the east of the platforms, and it transpired that there was now a signal failure around the sidings. As I reached Barons Court, I heard the train in front of us being held at Hammersmith, and we were held at Barons Court on a red signal. I kept dumping people onto the still incoming District line trains, and then was finally given a green signal - and more importantly, the signal past the starter also cleared, showing I was able to go all the way into Hammersmith platform.

So off I headed. Halfway there, the request came for all trains on the west up to Hammersmith to hold in platforms, so down I had to sit. Luckily there was a CSA in place already so between us (and despite my fairly clear PA’s!) we fielded the same batch of questions over again. The District line was also having issues, with all trains being diverted to Richmond, as staff had to get down on the track at Acton and secure lots of points.

We eventually got going again - the District were moving first so we managed to offload a lot of my passengers to them, and to a Picc line train sent down the local lines - and my meal break, which had been saved by the short tripping at Kings Cross, was now completely beyond hope. I pulled into Acton at 20:20, I should have been off that train at 19:25, and my official, minimum-required meal break was booked to start at 19:55. The DMT on the platform told me to come back at 2100, which I duly did, to find that my second train was also (unsurprisingly) running late, so I could pick it up after all.

I was due to go round the loop at Heathrow T4, which I did, arriving pack at Acton about 15 minutes after the next train I was meant to pick up had gone. This second train is an odd one that runs empty from South Harrow sidings, comes down to Acton, goes into the east sidings, goes into the west sidings (I would pick it up on the west to run into the west siding), then comes back out to run east in service to Oakwood. Due to this, I knew there was a reasonable chance it would be running close to on time or have been cancelled (or at least have the siding dance bit cancelled!) so I called the DMT on the westbound to see if she knew if it was due in or not, since earlier they’d had a list of which trains were coming in. Eventually she came over to deal with us all (there were about a dozen drivers congregated on the eastbound) and it turned out my train was indeed at Green Park without me, so I travelled back as a passenger, arriving at Oakwood about ten minutes late.

Today: rest day.

Odds and Ends

Had two sleepers and a lost person in one carriage of the train I was detraining on Saturday night - *not* amused. Especially as one of them was a time-wasting, argumentative.. person.

More SPAD dreams - I’m start to worry it’s a premonition of things to come, especially as they all seem to be aggravated ones! Stupid unconscious mind.

I’m sure I thought of more things to write! Feeling grouchy about the strike situation next week, though. Do Not Want.

Not Much Is Happening!

Turn up, drive, go home, turn up, drive, go home.. not much excitement recently! Yesterday’s highlight was hearing about four separate intruder alarms over the course of my shift (all in different locations, at different times - same train? Suppose I’ll never know..!) and being called up outside Acton Town and asked to check if the tripcock tester appeared to be working correctly, which is wasn’t, as the bulb had blown. Oh, and finding a pillow left behind on my T5 train straight after a CSA had told me how tired I looked.

Smash!

My train had to go out of service today at Ruislip due to someone ‘kindly’ chucking something at it and shattering a window. There was communication spaghetti going on because the Picc line controller decided to butt in as well, so everything was a bit of a mess. The window panel had a hole in it about the size of a satsuma, plus a second slightly smaller hole, and the whole of the rest of the panel was shattered in to tiny pieces, albeit still held in place in the frame. I have no idea *where* it happened - the only batch of suspicious looking people I’d passed had been on the other side of the tracks, and of course it was only reported once someone had completed their journey! In fact, when I got back to the car with the CSA, there was someone sitting beside it studiously ignoring it despite the fact that I’d made a PA saying I was coming back checking for broken windows. After everything was finally sorted, I ran empty back to Acton, picking up a replacement train there, then through to Arnos in service where I was finishing.

As You Know

Today was the Victoria line strike. I wasn’t working during peak hours for the last one, so I was quite amused to see the DMT’s posted at strategic locations. Arnos Grove reversers were also being sent empty from Arnos to Manor House and entering service there to dissipate the crowds - personally, given that a couple of bus routes from Walthamstow and other Vic line stations go to Turnpike, I would have suggested entering service there, but presumably they were basing it on numbers from previous times or what they could observe on the ground.

The DMT who did my road test and has done a few assessments of me since then was installed at the headwall of Kings Cross during my first half; as I’d turned off the DVA so that it wouldn’t announce the Vic Line interchange and was therefore making my own PA I only waved before pulling out again, but on my second half I came across him again, this time sticking up a poster at the headwall at Russell Square, and ended up giving him a lift down to Covent Garden to put up his next poster.

Today was actually something of a “bitty” shift - Pick up train in depot, take it into Cockfosters platform, run down to Northfields, stable in depot, go for lunch, pick up a train and run it Acton to Arnos, get off that train, pick up another about half an hour later and take it to Northfields depot, change ends, back to Arnos and off there. So all a bit disjointed.