My journey into this flourishing two-wheeled world was certainly eye opening. There is a whole cycling scene that I simply had no idea existed. Lets kick off with 'Critical Mass'. Who knew that on the last Friday of every month hundreds of cyclists meet under Waterloo bridge for a "self-organized, non-commercial, celebration, spontaneous gathering
Tweets like this, when viewed as part of a much bigger picture, are a direct threat to the idea that your job should be as safe as possible, that your time spent at work shouldn't make you weep blood and that you should get a fair wage for a fair day's work. TfL aren't just throwing shade at the RMT, they're throwing it at all of us.
For most people the real issue is having to take out their Oyster various times a day instead of just pressing their wallet or purse against the reader. A trivial complaint? Perhaps, but with about 19 million Oyster journeys a day, that adds up to a lot of needless frustration. So why haven't TfL come up with a solution?
Yes TfL has started letting you bus it even if you have only one penny's worth of credit. And sure, if you're lucky enough to have a contactless debit card, you're probably fine. But let's face it: at some point, most of us are going to want to get a night bus, having run into negative Oyster balance. And then what, eh?
Thank you comrade Crow for dragging us back to the 1970s and 80s. This morning as commuters fought tooth and nail to get on packed buses or some of the few trains that were actually running, I think many Londoners and visitors to the City genuinely hate Bob Crow for the massive disruption he has caused.
My union has campaigned relentlessly for investment in London Underground, to upgrade and expand services, to replace the archaic fleet and infrastructure with the best available and to tackle backlogs of maintenance and renewals. Londoners deserve that. What we will not accept is a scandalous attempt to dress up savage, austerity-led cuts under the cloak of "modernisation". There is nothing modern about reducing the tube to a hollowed-out shell where a skeleton staff is stretched to breaking point.