Another summer of cricket by 3.1

I may not have managed to get tickets for any of the amazing Cricket World Cup fixtures this year, but arriving in the post this week were my recent haul of tickets for fixtures at the home ground of the county cricket club I support, along with my tickets for the the Ashes Second Test. It doesn’t quite feel like summer has reached a consistency like that of last year, what with so many of the CWC19 matches being rain affected, but I’m looking forward to the matches I have planned to see over the next few weeks – and I’m very much hoping it doesn’t rain!

For those of you that weren’t follow my Instagram stories / Twitter last summer (which is when I was on a bit of a hiatus from blogging), I realise that I probably didn't mention how all this cricket stuff came to be, especially the fact I’ve been a member of Middlesex County Cricket Club for nearly two seasons now. As part of my recovery from an eating disorder and general recovery from a stressful and traumatic time, I was introduced to cricket in the form of a book titled ‘Absolutely Foxed’ by former England cricket Graeme Fowler and I ended up falling in love with the game (and consequently, the person that introduced me to it).

Anyhow, Middlesex have had a bit of a ‘meh’ season so far, though I’m hoping things pick up for the T20 fixtures, as the club signed some big names for this season!

Centralised by 3.1

This week, I embarked on my journey on the Central line with mixed feelings. Unlike others who have been unceremoniously despatched to certain locations on a line that is almost as hot as the Earth’s core, my reason for ending up on the line came out of the want to add another to my train driving licence (as if I don’t have enough work-related stuff crammed into my brain).

Yet more safety-related diagrams were added to the various bits of train wiring already embedded into my brain, only this time I had to take into account that line is a hodgepodge of automatic and manual technology, along with one of the most unreliable rolling stocks that London’s subterranean railway has to offer. The 1992 tube stock is dire, (but the train simulator at Hainault Depot even more so) and as I contemplated yet another one of my career choices whilst in a room that barely let in any daylight (with half the room painted black for some bizarre reason), I wondered if I really knew what it was I actually wanted to do and if I was actually going to get there (in the context of work).

Trains, driving them, teaching people how to drive them, the geography and idiosyncrasies of a route one must operate a train on, and all the procedures and technical elements with regards to signalling and rolling stock… these are all my “thing”. I like how to know things work and equally I like to know how they may come apart and how I can fix them (or at least provide a remedy that allows one to move a train to a place where it can be fixed), though I have never really aspired to be an engineer.

I know for a fact that I like to manage my own time to some degree and my current role allows that flexibility, but at the same time, I know that I don’t want to be a manager of people, partly because I can’t stand the incompetence of other people (or the insolence of people older than me that quite frankly shouldn’t be employed, but like to use their ‘seniority’ bragging rights), which probably explains how I came to work in a department called ‘Audit & Compliance’.

Anyhow, I’m back in the depot on the Central line again next week for more of the same, though hopefully I’ll be on an actual train for a bit of defect handling and general stock training. Will be good to get my hands dirty again.