Oysters

I notice that one of my readers seems a bit confused about what happens with the new oyster procedures.

The main thing to remember about travelling around the system now, is to always tap in and tap out.

If there is some confusion and you think your oyster may not have opened the gates, always check with a member of staff, 99 out of a 100 staff will always be willing to help you.

If you walk up to a gate line, for example Paddington Sub, whose gates are open more often then closed, still tap in or tap out, otherwise it will be classed as an unresolved journey and you will be charged the maximum cash fare.

If you travel through stations like Farringdon, which has an LUL/FCC interchange, look for the validators around the platform areas to validate your oyster before commencing your Underground journey.

So remember always tap in and tap out to avoid the maximum cash fare but if in doubt ask.

Useless Lazy Cow

I wandered into work about 14:15 this afternoon, and as I'm a spare duty I'm covering my colleagues station next door, as my other late turn colleague has a spot of training to do.
I pushed the door open to find the early turn Supervisor, sitting at the desk reading the newspaper.

The main door to there office is still broken and so is the one to the booking office, and she turns to me and says "well they were supposed to come out last night and fix it"

Well as it's still broken they obviously didn't.

The she says to me "I will call the early turn supervisor tomorrow and tell him to chase it up"

My response "Sorry why didn't you chase it up"?

Her response "I was busy"

Doing what exactly I have no idea.

14:20 I pick up the phone and ring Line Service Centre and chase the job up.
14:25 I put the phone down, job chased, hopefully corrected tonight.

07:30 tomorrow morning, hopefully I have a happy early turn colleague.

If It's Not One Thing, It's Another.

Tonights shift flew by, what one one problem and another.

I hadn't even been in the door 15 minutes, when I ended up acting as a hand signalman on my eastbound platform, I spent about 30 minutes out on the platform as one of the signals between my station and my colleagues had no green light.

Just before I came home I then had a signal failure westbound, just outside my station, so guess what, I'm a hand signalman again, twice in one shift, now that's not normal.

I was lucky as my relief arrived bright and early, so I was out the door by 21:45 and on the way to get my 22:00 train home, and you guessed it, because of a signal failure at Leagrave, I ended up walking in through my front door at the same time as normal.

One more shift to go and then four days off, yes.


UPDATE:

Apparently a rat caused all the Luton trouble yesterday, by gnawing through a cable.

Also I bumped into my neighbour this morning, her husband travels to London on the same service that I use, he arrived at St Pancras for the 17:00 home and arrived home at 23:00 much to the displeasure of his wife, as she had cooked a lovely dinner for him.

Almost Late For Work

The further into my shift I've gone, the further I've flagged.

Today was no exception as i woke up at 12:00 and only had 45 minutes before I had to get my train to work.

I woun't have my colleague at the next station with me from now on as this when Our shift pattern seperates.

So time to go to work and find someone else to abuse.

Hmm I wonder what manager is on.

Oh the new one, hehehehe

Going Back To My Roots

I sat at home tonight and thought about my old school, however my old school (St Richard of Chichester) is now a bunch of flats, so I'm impressed.

Chalk Farm.

As I looked at this map of the area I thought how much it has changed from when I was a kid.

The pub at the bottom Crogsland Road (the only one in London I'll have you know) which is my old road is a called The Enterprise, I had my first drink in there when I was 14, thanks dad, the thing I really used to love about that pub, was the fact that it used to have ice cold lemonade on tap, not like your spray pipes today, this stuff used to be poured out of a proper pull tap, just like a pint. I used to drink in there on a Sunday morning and you would get free sea food on the bar.
No it's full of youngsters and the wall space is full of books.

The parade of shops across the road from The Enterprise used to another pub, The Adelaide now it's a Domino's Pizza amongst other things, actually now that I think about it, the area in front of the parade, which is now a car park used to be the pub.

The Marathon Kebab house, when it was run by George (unusual Greek name that) and drinking late ok very late into the night, and even spotting the odd celb there too.

Looking at the map, I realised just how many of this roads I've actually roamed and wandered through in the 30 years I spent in the area, and what I've got up to in these roads.

Playing and watching football on Talacre tarmac pitch and coming home with blisters on top of my blisters. Shopping in Kentish Town Road, living directly opposite Haverstock School, living in Denton and all the old mates I used to have and only see every now and then.

First going to the Forum when I was 16, and having my first serious snog.

Reaching 18 and trying to see if I could make it on a pub crawl to all the pubs in my immediate area and failing miserably.
Mind you counting up all the pubs in my area I wasn't surprised, as there where 13 pubs in less then a mile radius.

Well enough of that.

Rant Time

Whilst sitting chilling this morning, I had the misfortune of leaving the TV on Sky Two, I had Buffy The Vampire Slayer on in the background.

I was most unfortunate to witness the decimation of the Irish accent.

Or was that the decimation of the Creole accent.

Now that I come to think about it, I haven't got a f**king clue what the accent was.

What is it about American programmes, that they think they are good at any sort of accents, apart from "You sure god a purrty mouth" and "Lootenant Dan"

Sorry rant over.

A Sure Fire Way To Know...

... Your Manager Reads Your Blog.

Whilst chatting yesterday with my GSM about something to do with scorecards, and where to find them on the Intranet at work, he just happened to pop in the little give away.

"But I understand you know your way around a the web"

Oh Dear.

Wanker The Cab Driver

What a wanker.

Today I had the misfortune of meeting a black cab driver who was a complete wanker.

My example for this, one of my regular customers who is a visually impaired person (VIP), asked me to put help her flag down a taxi, as I reached the main road, I spotted a black cab with its light on, sitting at the traffic lights and stationary.
I waved to the cab driver and also called out, the wanker then looked directly at me, and just drove off.

If I had taken his number I would have reported him to the carriage office.

What a complete wanker you are sir.

First There Were Three

Then I was down to two.
Now I'm down to one.

Kids this weekend I mean.

I was looking forward to this weekend as It's been almost six weeks since I last saw my kids, then last week I had a call from #2 daughter, the usual voice came into the equation.

"Daaaaddddd, would you mind if I didn't come up to yours for the weekend"?
"Why"
"Weeellll I have a party to go to, and she is my bestest friend"

Jesus my kids no how to twist me.

Then whilst I was at work last night, I get a call from #1's mum, she is fuming, and rightly so,If I had spoken to my eldest last night, I would have verbally ripped her head off.

I can't go into details with this one, but my eldest is in a serious load of shit with me and mum, and because of this she has been grounded for 3 months.

So come Friday it will be just me and my boy travelling back from Southend for the weekend, at least that gives me some good good quality time with my son.

No disturbances from those pesky girls. Playstation and beer for both of us.

BAH HUMBUG!!!

I don't normally mind Christmas but today was different.

I had just popped down to my town centre, but as I was wandering from Morrisons (buying cereal for my breakfast) to Wilkinsons (buying aerial adaptors), the batteries on my MP3 player died.

I then had to put up with the festive tunes pounding my ears. AAARRRGGGHHH!!!

As I walked through Wilkinsons, I spotted a man whistling merrily to Winter Wonderland, It's the first time I've ever felt like bitch slapping someone for whistling.

Bananas

I love em

Beware The Giant Hamster Ball

I've been chatting to my colleague next door about one of my other colleagues who works at my station, we have decided because he has gained a bit of weight and looks like he has been shoved down into his shirt and because his cheeks are a we bit plump, push out over his collar so that he looks like a hamster.

So the image has been set in both our minds of my colleague rolling about in a gigantic Perspex hamster ball.

Jehovah Witless

I sat in my house and had just finishing off breakfast when my door bell rang.

I thought who the hell was that at this time of the afternoon, I made my way to the front door and promptly opened the door to two Jehovah Witnesses, now there is two things about me and Jehovah Witnesses.

I'm catholic but I don't preach my religion onto other people, and Jehovah Witnesses more often then not get a tongue lashing off me.

However today I opened the door to two shocked woman, as with most of the time I'm home. I was wearing just my shorts, so the image of a bloke who is 6`3" shaved headed, with tattoos and nipple piercings was a bit to much for a Sunday morning.

"Er we are glad to find you in" from her face you could tell she wasn't.

My reply "Sorry I'm a Satanist, are you allowed to practice sacrifices"?

"hello hello, don't you want to talk to me anymore"

Time Flies By

When I'm the driver of the ... whoops almost broke into song then.

Today started off really peacefully, just me and the hamster were work away together, then at 16:05 the world and his brother decided to visit my station.

Firstly, I was told by my middle turn CSA that a community police officer had stopped a kid trying to double up (no not a sexual position) through my gate line, so all of a sudden I have merry hell and her sisters (OK they were teen aged boys) upstairs kicking off vocally at this copper. As the dispute started to get a bit loud, I rang my CSA to see if she was OK, and she said yes everything was fine, all of a sudden one of the ladies calls my CSA a bitch, he is so brave that he does it from the other side of the ticket hall.

At that point the copper calls for assistance, and within 5 minutes I have between 15 and 30 coppers all over my station, all because this copper panicked and over reacted.

Secondly, I had just sat down to fill in the paperwork for the above incident, when I received a call from another station telling me Train 234 is coming eastbound and the last two cars are not in use as the BTP have those carriages full of Coventry fans. So I pop out to the platform as the train arrives and direct other customers toward the other four carriages.
Luckily the train stops and then moves on, no trouble there then

Thirdly, I had just sat back down when the phone rings again, Train 235 has a VIP (visually impaired person) on board and needs to be met. Once more I'm off out to my eastbound platform (why didn't I just stay there) and meet one of our regulars.

Lastly, my late turn CSA, who has the habit of acting like a spoilt brat calls down on the radio asking for me to come upstairs (he is really helpful after all).

He has a female customer who can't get her oyster card to work the gates, I ask her what the problem is and she tells me that her oyster card has stopped working and that her oyster expires today, after checking her oyster it actually expired yesterday and she had been using her prepay to travel today and only had 50p credit left.

Luckily my day quietened down after that.

Guess Who's Pissed Me Off Yet Again

I arrived at work on Thursday afternoon, and was informed by my early turn colleague that my ex-wife had rung my work and had asked my colleague for some numbers to other stations.

I rang her today to find out if she had rung my station, she told me she had. I asked her why, and get this.
The reason she rang my station was because she is arranging a surprise party for her boyfriend, who is an SS at another station and needed numbers of some of his old friends.

Well I blew my top at her, telling her she is taking feckin liberties ringing my station to arrange a party for her boyfriend, and if she needs to get numbers ring his bloody station, not mine.

How would she like it if I rang her work mates and asked them for things to do with my girlfriend (don't for get I'm single so that's hypothetical).

The Long Journey Home

I had a very quiet day at work, apart from the odd few glitches, which are the norm, however travelling home was a different story.

As I jumped into the last carriage of my Circle Line to Kings Cross.

1) I arrived at the next station only to witness a nice young lady puking her ringpiece up into a plastic carrier bag.
2) I got off at Kings Cross only to witness a bloke picking his nose and pulling out a HUGE bogey about an inch long and wipe it on his coat.
3) As I walked from Kings Cross to St Pancras I spotted a smartly dressed man laying face down in a pile of vomit the size of a manhole.
3) I witnessed the drunken calliper race (RUN FOREST RUN) along the platform to be first onto the train.
4) I witnessed the Guinness Pink Rinse, which is basically an argument between a couple on the concourse ending up with the bloke pouring a full can of Guinness over his loving partners Pink Rinse.
5) I witnessed the lovely lady, asleep in the train toilet (who forgot to lock the door) with her knickers round her ankles.
6) It took at least 15 attempts to start this f**king PC.

Sheesh.

Piccadilly Line Suspended

In case you were caught up in the problems on the Pic Line this evening, the reason for the suspended service was due to a one under, but in this case it was actually a two under.

As far as I know two teenagers were messing about on the platform at Earls Court, when they fell off the platform and into the path of a Piccadilly Line train.

I had a customer come through my station tonight who witnessed the incident, and who told me.

The Pic Line is suspended until tomorrow morning.

I will find out more information tomorrow, I might have to delete this post but I'll let you know tomorrow.


UPDATE:

Three arrested after Earls Court Incident

Verbal Abuse.

Why do some passengers think they can get away with abusing my staff.

Take an incident that took place on my station tonight. One of my CSA's were verbally abused by an ARSEHOLE.

During the evening peak, I have two CSA on duty, one of my CSA is a big bugger, about 6`3" tall and just as wide, my other CSA is about 5`5" and not exactly a big build, tonight all my big CSA did was open the manual gate, which sets of an small alarm.

The ARSEHOLE goes mental about the sound and barges out through the manual gate knocking my small CSA out of the way, ARSEHOLE then launches into a tirade of verbal at my CSA (guess which one) and basically threatens to slice up my CSA and his family.

This ARSEHOLE abused my CSA for about 2 whole minutes before finally departing the station.

WHAT A WANKER!!!

Kid Update

I spoke with my daughter and my ex-wife today, apparently things are being done, however my eldest is still getting in trouble at school, however she hasn't been bullied for a few days.

It was suggested from a friend of mine who is a mother, that it could be just attention seeking on my daughters part, I do listen to people, not very often i might add, but I do listen.
Now
1) yes she was being bullied, and it has been brought to the schools attention.
2) it could be attention seeking, as her mum has just had another baby, and now being the eldest of four children with three different dads could be affecting her.

I will see my daughter next weekend as my 3 kids will be staying at mine.

I'm also lucky to be off over the weekend of Christmas and this year as I have my kids for the whole time.

Kids And The Worries They Cause

I was chatting on messenger with my eldest daughter on Saturday, and whilst we were chatting about what was going on with her and her school, she told me that she was being bullied by some other girls and that's why she has been getting in trouble at school.

I asked if she had told her mum, no she replied, why not.

COZ!!!

If there's one word I hate my kids using it's that one.

Anyway getting back on topic.

She told me that a few girls at her school have been getting on her case, and the only way she has found to let anyone know is to keep getting in trouble.

Obviously I had two thoughts on this.

1) she is telling the truth, and she is being bullied
2) she si trying to get out of trouble with me.

I took the number 1 option, so on Monday I spoke to my ex-wife and told her what my eldest had said.

Ok she will speak to her, my younger daughter rang me just before I went to the door to work, so I spoke to her mum afterwards and asked if she had spoke to my eldest.

"NO" so much for a caring mother.

Just that no, i could tell by her voice that she didn't believe me or our eldest.

I will call again tomorrow to see if anything has been done, if not I'll call my daughters school.

So Much For A Rest Day

I arrived home at 8:40 and five minutes later my phone rang, one of my mates is in the area and asks if it's ok to pop in.

So by 9am I have company, and after a nice bacon buttie and a coffee, we just settle down for a chat.

He left by 10:30, I thought I would just have a little dose and check my emails, not necessarily in that order.

10 minutes later my phone rings again, another friend of mine is walking to town because she needs to stretch her legs after being laid up for a while after an operation.

So I'm off to town to have a coffee and another chat.

I'm home indoors by 13:45 and i still haven't seen my bed.

Another Day In Paradise.

Well the service started up again with minor delays on the Central Line, the same problem as yesterday.

However all other lines were running normally.

05:23 Signal failure at Farringdon, and the anticlock wise Circle Line was suspended.
05:35 All lines through Farringdon are suspended.
05:36 No they are not.

This is just my everyday normal morning over the past week.

I'm glad I have two days off.

Lastly I would just like to say thank you to Andrea who has been the first person to add themselves to my MySpace

Tube Map To Get New Station Names

As pilfered from the BBC.

The Tube map is to get two new names in west London, it has been announced.

A new station called Wood Lane is to be built on the Hammersmith and City Line and Shepherd's Bush, on the same Line, will be renamed Shepherd's Bush Market.

There are currently two Shepherd's Bush stops on the Hammersmith and City Line and the Central Line and it is hoped the changes will end any confusion.

Wood Lane station, which should open in 2008, will be built between Shepherd's Bush Market and Latimer Road.

It will be the first time in more than 70 years there has been a new addition to an existing route which has not been extended.

London mayor Ken Livingstone said: "The naming of the new Wood Lane station and the renaming of Shepherd's Bush is the latest step in the massive improvements of transport links for west London.

"These improvements will bring in regeneration to the area and give this part of the capital a world-class service for the first time."

Feeling Out Of Sorts

I can tell it’s my last night as I’m feeling out of sorts with the world and temperamental, my contractors are pissing me off more then normal and that for me is really unusual.

Take a couple of little things that have been occurring tonight.

Firstly the cleaning SPIC doesn’t know how to listen to what a person says.
I have a habit of keeping the latch on my office door in the out position, as it saves me getting up and down all night, (ok I’m being a lazy basket, but it saves on knee wear).
I told him “Just pull the door”
I told him this not once, not twice but three times.
Did he listen, did he f**k.

Secondly my electricians tried playing the hokey cokey with my station lights.
You turn the station lights off, you turn the station lights on, you turn the station lights off, you turn the station lights on, you do the hokey cokey and you frig the alarms up.
It was like the Christmas tree effect with out the bloody tree.

Lastly I had to rather loud contractors working in my mess room directly attached to my office, I think the only people they didn’t wake were either deaf or DEAD.

I’m just glad that I will be on nights from the 27th December and will be here on New Years Eve whilst all my lucky passengers will be out getting drunk.

MySpace

During one or nonsensical chat, Barry set a challenge for MySpace.

The first person to 2,000,000 wins, so feel free to add yourself to mine not his.

Word Of The Week

I've really enjoyed this week of nights, as my friend and colleague Barry has kept me entertained.

For some reason, there always seems to be one thing above all else that helps the long nights fly by. Apart from looking at strange people on MySpace, me being one of them.

Thanks to ScaryDuck our word of the week has been:

PARP

However last night a new word came up:

NORDIC

God only knows why I found this funny.

There has been a few other choice words this week, but for I can't blog those words with out causing serious umbridge and shock.

A Change Is As Good As A Rest

I've been contemplating changing my piercings for a while, so this morning I changed all five of mine, both of my nipples and all three in my ear.

So I have gone from this.


To this.

I've also decided on having a new tattoo done. I will get that started in April.

Numb Nuts

As I walked from St Pancras to Kings Cross, I had this fool of a man with a huge rucksack on his back, bobbing and weaving across the path in front of me.

It was a case of, do I walk here, no I'll walk here, ok maybe not, I'll walk over here, ok I'll walk back here then.

I seriously felt like leaning forward and twatting him across the back of his frigging head.

New Oyster Changes.

I would like to remind all my readers who use London Underground to tap in and tap out with every journey.

From today onwards you will be charged the maximum cash fare.

This means If you have any incomplete journeys, no longer will you pay £1.50 but pay the maximum fare for the your journey.

From today the £4.00 maximum cash fare will no longer be automatically refundable at ticket offices, unless the incomplete journey was due to a know incident such as a service disruption.

Weird Night

The station has been locked up since 1:10 and even though it's been a very quiet night, I've been catching glimpses of strange things out of my office window.
When I could see the outline of a shape on the stairs. I checked my CCTV cameras and I couldn't see anything there.

The fact the it's 4:00 and I'm alone on the station has been freaking me out.

I have to go and do a pre-opening station check soon, and to tell you the truth, I'm not looking forward to it.

6:00 Update:

God knows what was going on, I started off my station check and also adjusting the station posters on my platforms, As I'm working along platform 1, there comes a sound from one of the invert covers on platform 2, it sounded as if someone has walked across the cover.

As I make my way to platform 2, I will admit that my heart rate had escalated, I made sure that I walked down the stairs were I kept getting the glimpses of movement all night.

Nothing was there, I carried on changing my posters, as I neared the stairs, I heard a distinct whispering.

This is the first time I have ever felt afraid on my own station.

Will You They Come Up For Air.

We have a new window in our office, and unfortunately from Thursday through to Sundays, a lot of people travel through my station under the affluence of incohol.

Take the couple on platform 2 waiting for the last Barking train.

I thought they were both starving, as they seemed to be eating each others faces.

Their is two problems with this sort of behaviour.

1) It put me off my crisps

2) I was bloody jealous.

Being Single

The one thing I really hate about being single.

WASHING UP.

No matter what happens, I'm the one who has to do it.

Also that's the one reason I hate being on nights, as I have to get up cook dinner, wash up and then go to work.

What A Crap Night.

I arrived at Kings Cross to get my train to my station and knew straight away what sort of night I was in for.

Metropolitan, Hammersmith & City and Circle lines all had severe delays, because of an earlier signal failure at Kings Cross.
District had minor delays, because of congestion at Whitechapel.
Jubilee had minor delays, Customer Incident at Canning Town.
Piccadilly had minor delays, customer incident at Ruislip
Victoria had minor delays, non availiability of drivers.
Central suspended, between Liverpool Street to Marble Arch for a one under at Chancery Lane.

The high light of the evening though was five drunken nurses having fun on my platform, as I popped out to see what all the laughter was about, four of the nurses had grabbed one of the other nurses and had pulled her jeans down around her ankles, giving me and everyone else a nice view of her little black thong.

Team Meeting Time

I had my very first team meeting with all my fellow Supervisors and my Group Station Manager and Duty Station Manager yesterday.

It's the first time in 13 years as a Supervisor that I have been with all my colleagues at the same time, the meeting was to talk about station scorecards and a way to improve them.

We also recieved a £150 Thanks To You Award for our help in putting up with two years of contractors at our station.

After the team meeting, we all popped into the local pub for few beers, which turned into quiet a few beers for me, I also found out that my DSM has my blog on his favorites at work (OH S**T)

I bumped into an old work mate from Camden Town and after my colleagues left I had a few more beers with him and some of the staff from the Lost Property Office.

When I left the pub I had missed my last train home, so I took the FCC service to Bedford and decided on getting a cab home from there, but at a cost of £30 I thought bugger that, so I waited until the first train to get me home.

I have never spent such a miserable night in my life, as I did last night. I was frozen stiff and by the time the train arrived, I was feeling decidedly unwell.

I finally reached home at 7:10 this morning and crashed into my bed to get warm.

When I finally awoke again I was feeling like death, and even now I'm feeling the same.

I watched a bit of TV and saw an old film that I haven't seen in years, 633 Squadron. Excellent film.

About Last Night.

In the end, my shift turned out to be one of the quickest nights I've done in ages.

Apart from the odd contractor, ok 50+ of the little sweethearts, I had a good laugh abusing my colleague next door all night.

I can't really go into details but there was a lot of swearing and random chat.

Today I have a day off, as I'm on a team exercise tomorrow. So I think I'll have a shave soon and hit the sack early.

After:

I started at 9am and only finished at 3:45, to say I feel bolloxed is an understatement.

Before:

I've been contemplating attacking my living room, and today I did.

Useless Prick

I arrived at work tonight, to be given a great handover. This is something ALL supervisors are supposed to do.

Mine when like this.

Me: "Is everything ok?".

Fuckwit: "Yes everything is fine, I'm off to get my train home"

As fuckwit left, I found that the Fire Alarm Panal had a fault on it and no information, 5 minutes later a contractor knocks on my door.

Contractor: "I've fixed the lock"

Me: "Er what lock?".

I fucking hate when I'm not given any information, especially by the useless fuckwit I just relieved, I know someone who is going to get a mouthful come Thursday.

Tonight I Shall Start Reading ... Again

Bloody Typical

I'm starting my first night tonight so i stayed awake until 3am, what happens, I wake up at 7:51.

Bugger this I thought I'll just stay in bed and see if i can get back to sleep.

Ding Dong, it's now 10:30 and some bugger has rung my door bell.

(Note to self: turn off the bloody door bell).

I will now be awake for the rest of the day, and probably most of tomorrow too as i will have the day off.

Roll on December, when I have another weeks leave.

What Not To Do When Your Stressed

When I'm feeling stressed out, I have a tendency to over eat.

Excuse the diet lemonade.

How To F**K Up Your Body Clock

The Underground Way

This week my shift pattern is going to throw my body clock completely out the window.

Tuesday: 23:00-07:30
Wednesday: Off
Thursday: 10:00-18:00
Friday: 23:00-07:30
Saturday: 23:00-07:30
Sunday: 23:00-07:30
Monday: 23:00-07:30

All because of some stupid team thing with my Group station Manager.

I hate when someone messes with my night shifts.

Why Must Ex's Interfere

I knew this day was coming, I've had to return my car today, so three good days of out of four.

I've been stressing out lately because of financial strife, a little while ago I found out that my ex wife, who had told me she had paid off a bill , and that even though we had separated she would carry on paying for a car that we had bought together, however after she fell pregnant and had the baby, she has decided to give up work and handed back the car to the credit company.

As she doesn't work she told the car company that they would have to get the monies off of me, and before you ask I tried to get my name taken off the finance agreement, but as I was the main wage earner, the agreement was done predominantly in my name.

Then about two or three months back, I get hit with a large council tax bill, I rang them up and asked what was going on, apparently my ex wife had gone back on another agreement that when we sold the house and because I would be getting next to nothing in return from the sale she would clear all of the outstanding bills.

My council tax bill went from £70 to £280 in less then a month, and the payments for her car increased my out goings further by £130.

So now as she isn't working people are coming at me for there monies.
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