And the curs’ed commuter arrived at the station. Unsurprised by the dire portents of the Writings on the Wall, he crossed the shining silver lines of steel so straight and true and joined the crowds waiting impatiently. And with one chapter of his life of toil drawing to a close, he chuckled quietly as he contemplated the chapter which now lay afore him. Studying the drawn, weary faces of his fellow commuters, he pondered what in their life did cause the expressions of frustration on their faces. He shrugged aside the maudlin thoughts, chuckled again and grinned. For the long Bank Holiday Sabbath was nigh. And he did plan much festivity and frivolity to celebrate.