(with apologies to William Shakespeare [and Spinal Tap])
Think you the trains were cancelled for the storm,
Their progress halted by the falling trees?
That while you slept at home, all nice and warm,
The tracks were being blocked by loose debris?
Do you believe that all these long delays
Are caused by an inevitable mess
And that these stormy late October days,
Would not have let us get away with less?
Oh no, my love, according to Bob Crow
The fault lies with the management alone;
'Twas not the storm that hit the schedules so
But staffing numbers pared back to the bone.
Even the force that Mother Nature sends,
A union boss will turn to his own ends.
(This week saw the 5th birthday of Newgate News; my thanks to all readers and especially to those whose comments make blogging a worthwhile and rewarding pastime.)
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