Public abuse

Last night I went in to London to hook up with Jon Williams and to talk about big matters and watch football with him. When I left his apartment at 22.20, I di not imagine the odyssey that lay before me. First, it was bus to Finsbury Park tube station. No hassle there. But the Victoria Line is closed after 10pm, unbeknownst to me for rail upgrades. So I had to take the Piccadilly Line all the way to South Kensington so I could join the Circle/District line and then double back to Victoria train station.
I got to South Kensington and a tube going in the direction of London Victoria arrived, so I hopped on. It was here that the District Line confirmed its reputation as the shittiest of all London Underground lines. We moved off but between South Kensington and Sloane Square the train ground to a halt, because trains were apparently backed up all the way from Aldgate East (11 stops away) and the train ahead of us was stuck in Sloane Square station, so we couldn't move. As the driver announced "once again we are having massive problems on the District Line." 15 minutes we waited in the tunnel. Then we moved off, the driver said he has received confirmation that he can proceed to St. James Park, one stop beyond Victoria. But after leaving Sloane Square, we were stuck in the tunnel between that and Victoria for a further ten minutes. In all this time, nine trains passed the other way, two-thirds of them when we were stuck before Sloane Square. Eventually we arrived in Victoria where the driver just said effectively it was best to abandon train if we wanted to get anywhere tonight.
I got onto Victoria concourse at 23.35. I looked at the destination board and not a single train was going to Gillingham. No, 23.45 slow train, no 00.01 last train. I asked a station worker about any trains going to Gillingham and he pointed me at the 00.03 one going to Strood. He said there was no 23.35 train until Friday because of rail engineering works and although the train would only stop at Strood, a bus replacement service was running from there until Rainham, whereupon you could re-embark. Weekend service is a synonym for shoddy rail service. Here's how it's spelt: W-e-e-k-e-n-d. Not effing middle of the week! On the way to Strood, there was some rail trouble and we had to be diverted to Crayford, so the driver could turn around and drive back to Strood. I had a disrupted mini-snooze on the train at least, knowing it was only one stop, though it made my neck stiff and sore.
The bus replacement service were rickety, old double-deckers. I finally got in to my house at 01.50am. The journey took three and a half hours when it should only take one and a half hours - in the middle of the week! I class that as abuse from our public transportation system.