It seems the station assistants are yet to receive their employment contracts - the guy next to me in the pristine orange jacket is frantically calling his boss John to arrange a day off ahead of "another" wedding. He is panicky and has no idea how many days off he's entitled to, but does his best to regain composure when announcing "The next train to arrive...".
New Cross Gate here I come, oh baby.
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