No. Please don’t hold your breath. You’ll turn blue. But you can start planning your revenge. The day a new train arrives, you get to sit in the air-conditioned bliss and silently judge everyone on the old trains. It will be glorious.
So keep an eye on the TfL Twitter feed. Or just listen for the sound of fewer squeaks and rattles. That’s the sound of progress, my friend. It’s coming. Slowly. But definitely coming. And when it does, I’ll meet you on the platform. We’ll both take a deep breath of that new-train air and just chill.
For now, we ride the dinosaurs. And we dream of a cooler, quieter, less sticky future. See you on the Piccadilly line—probably stuck at Hammersmith. But hey, at least we’re in this together.
