Friday 12 October 2007: Friday, 5.15pm.
This is a man who has just missed his train.
It is Friday, 5.15pm, and he wants to go home.
He is tired - worked too late last night, and up early this morning.
He is irritable - stuck in an overheated office all day, chasing exceptions in a complex database. Eyes are throbbing.
He arrived at the ticket barriers with a minute to spare, but couldn't see his train on the departures board. He stared at it for almost a minute, carefully checking each column for his train, becoming more and more puzzled.
He asks a member of platform staff if it has been cancelled. "No, that's it just pulling out", pointing at a train leaving the platform 10 metres away.
Turns out ****** Scotrail remove the departure info from the board a minute before the train departs.
So he has missed his train - for the first time in about six months. He really wants to go home.
An hour to kill. But he's in Edinburgh, Athens of the North.
It's time to Blip.