If only it were fiction…

If The Hitchhiker's Guide's character of Ford Prefect were real, he would no doubt get himself a job in North Sydney to experience the universal problem that is CityRail to see first hand what has got to be one of the most pathetic rail services in the universe. I expect he'd pull out a slightly advanced piece of technology and start writing a guide entry.

Since Ford is fiction but probably still on vacation, I've taken the hard work out today and while waiting for the over 10 minute late train service to do something right, I decided to write my own guide entry for him.

Ahem.

 

In a little city by the Pacific Ocean lies a place called Milson's Point. Unbeknownst to the people of that little city by the ocean, that spot – Milson's Point – is a black hole for as much railroad strife as one semi-civilised culture can take.

Elsewhere in the universe, people have moved on from trains as transport in wake of more successful and efficient modes of transportation. There's always your stock standard teleportation device, jetpacks, oh and the famous mind connection box from the fifth planet of the Neutered System which has your brain permanently connected to your workplace by way of a neural link. On that world, efficiency is up even if the workload is enough to cause suicide by the age of 33.

Still, Earth in all of its advances is one of the only planets left running this mode of transportation. And there is no place more problematic & more doomed than that of Milson's Point.

Face it people: the place just doesn't like you. It's as if Milson's Point is allergic to trains. Cars and ferries can come and go as they please, but trains are like a peanut induced rash. Symptoms may include sneezing, bitterness, diorhea, train inoperability, commuter anger, and more. Treat with less cranky staff, better management, and less blame shifting from the government parties.

Until CitySnail get their heads removed from their rectums, Milson's Point will continue to be the one part of the railroad line that repeatedly sodomises itself to get any real pleasure out of servicing the greater Sydney area.

 

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