Season tickets
My poor season ticket. It runs out at the end of the year, and as today is my last day at work I’ve been holding off getting a free replacement.
This happens every year. The cardboard tickets they dole out don’t have the stamina to be taken out of a wallet six times a day (into the barriers at my local station, out again when I arrive at London, into the barriers on the tube and out then out again when I arrive at work before doing the whole thing again in reverse.
By about May it’s already worn out and needs replacing, and I’m lucky if I can get the replacement to run through what remains of the year.
So for the last couple of weeks I’ve been grovelling at the manual gates for the staff to let me through, and this morning I got a friendly, knowing smile from the guy letting me onto the tube.
‘My ticket is…,’ I started, but he laughed, swung open the door and said ‘yes, yes’.
He’d heard it all before.
Roll on proper Oyster cards for national rail.





