I‘m on a ... bus.

Hi everyone,

You remember that train from Melbourne to Shepparton? For unexplained reasons it's been replaced by a bus. My laptop is in my suitcase under the aforesaid bus along with my iPod. I now face the prospect of 3+ hours with godawful commercial FM radio playing "300 hackneyed songs you've heard a million times before" and I'm stuck in a chair with zero elbow room next to a middle-aged lady who smells of mothballs, flatulence and slow death.

I've now emailed VLine asking for a partial refund of my ticket.

I know I'm over reacting: given the other things going on in my life this shouldn't even register. But it does.

Rant over.