365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 42 : A Little Bit of the Grumpy Old Man

To be honest I can't stand grumpy old men.

I am ordinarily a bright, optimistic, hold onto the sunshine kind of guy, and while there are things that may not be perfect in the world (Tony Abbott in lycra anything is a prime example!), and I am loathe to whinge and complain like some geriatric malcontent, but there is one thing that gets me so hot under the collar that a brief excursion into grumpy old men mode is required.

Its Cityrail. I loathe them. Not because the trains don't run on time because surprisingly on my line, they run quite well. No, I see red, vermillion, and a kaleidoscope of blood-tinted hues because Cityrail seems determined to never put an air conditioned on the Bankstown or Liverpool trains that service Erskineville where I live. Its not that they are lacking modern air conditioned trains - I see them all the time on other lines, and most recently line up next to each other at Central (see the photo) - but for goodness knows what reason they refuse to put them on the line I use.

All of which means I end up stained with sweat, and hot & bothered, on the short 20 minute trip home, trying desperately to cool down on the Sauna Trains as I call them. Thankfully it is on the way home, so I can get home, get out of my work clothes and cool down in front of the fan, or on the apartment's breeze-caressed balcony, but even so it is uncomfortable, and unpleasant, and not something I like to go through. Summer is bad enough for a sweatbox like me without Cityrail making it all worse.

I can only hope that the NSW government, and trust me this is dim, growing ever dimmer when you consider the buffoons we have in power, will decide on a workable cogenty transport policy that includes NEW TRAINS. Of course, I won't be holding my breath....

Right.... let the Pollyanna overtones recommence....