Mr George writes...

Apparently i can update my blog using an email from my phone. And as i'm bored on the world's funniest commute i thought i'd give it a go!

UPDATE:

Amazing, that did work. I can blog from wherever I am. I'm actually pretty impressed by that. I can be a roving reporter like John Simpson or Kate Adie.

But anyway - as I was saying up there I had the funniest commute in the world this morning. It was travel chaos and I loved every minute of it.

First of all the wind in my face as I cycled to the station was brilliant fun. Even the rain couldn't ruin it. I was peddling forward but going backward. I think the wind even blew the saliva out of my mouth at one point. Euw!

So then I got to Chelmsford Station only to discover travel chaos again. Trees on power lines, blockages on level crossings and someone who had 'The Good, The Bad and The Ugly' as a ringtone going off every few minutes.

The announcement halfway through the journey that I should consider not travelling today was pretty funny too, especially as they'd just said that there were no trains going back home anyway.

And the bunch of schoolgirls who got on the wrong train and accidentally went to Stratford, no way of getting back, so decided to go to the cinema. Hope they had fun.

But I gather other people had it worse though: BBC Story

Will I have more fun commuting fun on the way home?

Before I start I'd like to clarify something. I will be talking about bluetooth today. That's bluetooth, not blue tongue, which is what farm animals get from flying bugs. Don't confuse the two or you'll be looking for wireless enabled cows, digital sheep and other nightmare creatures.

My train was a bit running late this morning so I was fiddling with my phone and decided to see what this Bluetooth nonsense was about. I turned it on and it did a scan to see what other bluetooth devices were nearby - and found loads of other people's mobile phones. And the funny bit is it listed what people call their phones - the best two were 'Borskys Dog' and 'Mr Fit'.

And just so you know, I did have a look around for Mr Fit but couldn't see him. I reckon someone nicked his phone. Or he's a liar and actually Mr Not Really Fit But Has A Big Ego. Or maybe he's actually fit in the old sense of the word, he can run miles, do press-ups etc. Hmmm.

Moral of the story: don't leave your bluetooth on. Or name your phone something stupid. Or both.