The Manchester Metrolink.
It has its knockers but I’m a fan and think, in general, it’s pretty good. Pretty good doesn’t include when it terminates early at Timperley or Navigation Road (Alty commuters, right?).
But as a service, it mostly works.
Whilst crowding and cancellations can drive you to the brink at times (or not, if the latter), what you can’t blame Metrolink for is some of its dwellers. users. commuters. inhabitants. species of man (and woman and child).
We all know them.
Cause of many a passive aggressive eye roll and sigh on my part, to be fair, these tribes and types can sometimes also serve as entertainment to and from work.
(None of the people in this picture fall into that category – it was just a nice crowd shot)
Metrolink recently ran a campaign aimed at trying to bring a touch of civility and respect amongst passengers, identifying and trying to tackle some of the main offensive behaviours.
This caught my eye for two reasons:
- I was pleased that there was a glimmer of hope that the offending people would take note and stop doing what they’re doing; and
- the campaign employed fridge magnets amongst the promotional materials which, if you were quick enough, you could find and take from (it was allowed) the back of tram seats – cue much excitement from me at half 6 in the morning – a disproportionate amount, you might say.
They were great and tackled lots of anti social behaviour such as people using their massively oversized bags to either take up the space of a small family, or take you out as they’re swung around the carriage.
And we all know the rowdys, the hammereds, the ‘fragrant’, the selfish space-hoggers.
However, the main three tram tribes which I have encountered and cause my resting heart rate to increase between 6 and 7am, and again between 4 and 5pm, are as follows:
*The Tram Monitor*
It was a cold day in December, when the tram was as crowded as a pavement outside Yard and Coop during one of their free chicken promotions, when you boarded at Brooklands, and started shouting at us all to move down as it’s
so unfair, oh it’s so unfair!
I should point out that since Altrincham three stops ago, us selfish standees had already become closely acquainted enough to identify the brand of each other’s fabric softener and, short of forming Greater Manchester’s answer to the Human Centipede, had nowhere else to go.
I should secondly point out that the declaration of things being
so unfair, just so unfair
were called out from her ample and, you might say, roomy space ON THE TRAM.
I’m also looking at you, couple on Manchester Marathon day, when you swanned on at Cornbrook having just addressed the assembled assortment of crammed in commuters …
Hey everyone, if you move down, it creates space and allows more people on
This revelation was bellowed from the platform as the doors were only just opening, everyone, not having had chance yet to create space.
*The Platform Strategist*
Fair play, if you’re getting the Metrolink twice a day, five times a week, you cannot help but develop strategies, tactics and work rounds, if you want to survive (aka get on or even get a seat).
But there always extremists.
Yes we all know the classic platform points where you will find yourself opposite a door, once the tram rolls in (infrequent passengers who don’t? I’m sorry but to share this information here would incur the wrath of those who have spent years honing this knowledge. There has to be some privileges to being a frequent flyer). To be fair, I’ve done it myself and would probably put myself in this category to a point.
But you’re supposed to retain dignity. It’s got to be subtle. If there’s already somebody stood waiting in one of the golden spaces, suck it up. Stand near there. Know that you might not be first on, but will be perhaps second. Third. Fourth. But you’ve snoozed and so you’ve possibly losed. But there are those who are baying for blood and determined to gain an upper hand on this matter. And the ensuing behaviours are what I can’t deal with.
In fact here they are in list form:
- the shoulder jostle, the elbow jostle, the basically any body part jostle. Back off.
- platform creep – yes we can all see you shuffling forward to to the edge, trying to get a stronghold on matters.
- side-eye. side-eye at fellow passengers to plan your next move, side-eye at the board to see how long you’ve got to get in prime position, side-eye down the tracks to see whether the prize is in sight. Basically side-eye full stop. Stop it.
- the blocker stance as the tram arrives and the doors are in sight. Making yourself wide in order to achieve pole-position for when those pesky people in your way actually trying to get off the tram, despite your presence, finally leave and you can grab first prize in the getting on the tram awards.
Last and by no means, by any stretch of the imagination,
*The Tram Worker*
I do not mean the largely lovely people who work on or for Metrolink.
I mean the cretin who sees the tram as an extension of their office and they don’t care who knows it. In fact they want you to know it. Via the medium of the telephone and the loud voice.
Yeah, so it’s me.
Yeah hi. Just checking in. Seeing how it’s going.
You’ll see how it’s going when you get to the office in 5 minutes.
Yeah, yeah, I mean going forward you’re going to need to drill down on that, dig deep, get a feel, flesh it out…
Meanwhile the rest of us are all considering how, going forward, we’d like to take that drill and your flesh, and find ourselves with a need to then dig deep.
Too much? Imagine that in an over bearing loud voice when you’ve barely been awake 30 minutes.
And then pity the person on the other end of the phone. And their fellow commuters. It’s a domino effect of terribleness that has the ability to spread across the Metrolink network at peaktime as rapidly as the news of a free chicken giveaway at Yard and Coop (what? I hear they’re notoriously popular).
However, as I alluded to in the intro of this rant/blogpost, there can be entertaining elements to these matters. Especially when you get to hear this from the person who’s been subjecting you to their work call for the last 6 stops…
Oh absolutely. Oh I concur.
Yeah, I mean, it’s all absolutely under control. Dan and I have been in a huddle, thrown some figures around, brainstormed the sh£t out of the proposal and the headline is, we’re so on it.
Yeah, see you at the office in 2 mins.
Yeah Dan? We’re f%ck*d mate.
So there we have it. I’m hoping by sharing (venting) I will learn to disengage from these lovelies and instead concentrate on the great sights of the even Greater Manchester from the Metrolink instead…