This is where it gets funny. You see people pulling out electric scooters from thin air. You see a man on a penny board with a backpack full of gym gear. Desperation breeds innovation.
There’s always one person who decided to cycle but has no idea how to navigate London traffic. You watch them wobble past a bus, white-knuckled, praying to the cycling gods. You respect the hustle, but you fear for their life.
And then there’s the riverboat option. It feels very fancy, like you’re on a mini-cruise. Until you realise it takes 90 minutes and costs as much as a small car. Still, you get a nice breeze and a view of the Shard. Not a bad trade-off for madness.
The Aftermath
So, is there actually a strike on today? Yes. Probably. The same way birds probably chirp at 5 AM—it’s annoying and it’s happening.
But here’s the thing: you will get through it. You’ll make a joke about it with your colleagues. You’ll bond with the bus driver who let you on for free. You’ll buy a coffee you didn’t need just to warm your hands.
And when you finally collapse onto your sofa that evening, you’ll look back and laugh. Well, you’ll grimace. But you survived another London strike. That’s a badge of honour, my friend. Or a trauma response. One of the two.
