10 June 09 AM

No RMT, we haven't had a pay rise either. But thanks for holding us to ransom and making us pay for our release in increased fares.

The streets are swollen this morning with hordes of subterranean commuters, set free of the Rotastack of the Central Line, dazzled by their freedom. The Blitz spirit of cab sharing and holding buses has been shown up as the perilously thin veneer of civilisation we suspected it to be all along, as pedestrians shout at cars, cars honk impotently on their creep along Old Street, and cyclists pit themselves against, well, everyone (including other cyclists). Men nearing retirement are riding frames evidently sized to their fruits of their loins, sporting pinstripe suits and no helmets, wobbling precariously amongst the vehicles which have been dusted down and hauled out from city centre storage for the day. And rollerblades! I ask you. "We can manage this! We're British!" Only we can't, and we're making a spectacular hash of it.

Please, RMT, take the deal. Before people start dying.