Penge

Sometimes I visit Penge. It's between Sydenham and Crystal Palace if you dont' know the area or have never made it that far out of town. Although recently I can't blame you... ...seems everytime I try and get here of late there's a delay...

Tonight, there was a fire at Penge East.

I use Penge East because it's easier than using Penge West because recently someone burnt the station at Penge West down, leaving it without useful things that staions need like ticket machines, clocks, lights, things that make one feel safe etc...

Now, I could rant on about that for hours, especially how it has taken two months for the authorities to do absolutely nothing about it (except put a few of Ken's new signs up, only for them to be vandalised again) but I won't... I mean, what's the point, nothing gets done, no matter how many commuters mutter under their breath in the direction of the station staff, who let's be honest, are doing their best in a crap situation...

It's no-one's fault (not even the chavs who caused this mess) except our own.

Why?

Because we are happy to put up with it - whether it's rising crime, vandalism, arson, cruddy railways, decaying hospitals, rubbish schools, smug politicians...

(...the same politicians who until four weeks ago were only too happy to be photographed outside all of the above...)

Perhaps we should reconsider what we are happy to put up with and mutter louder...?


I need a beer...