Snow blower for snow every year

Last night was possibly the worst commute I’ve ever had. I feel like I should note it down here so I remember just how bad it was. I blame South Eastern Rail but of course I’m totally ignorant of their issues and how much more they could have done. Another part of me thinks it snows every year and still the same issues arise and That I even think of a Best snow blower. How is it that we can fly people to the moon, we can even clone human beings, but we can’t run a train service in the snow?
So this is how my journey played out last night. As a reference, the normal journey from my office – BskyB in Brentford, West London – to Hayes in Kent is normally made up of two train journeys of about 35 minutes each from Syon Lane to Waterloo then from Waterloo East to Hayes in Kent.
My journey from work to Waterloo was fine. Then the Waterloo East to Hayes leg was where things went a bit belly-up. First, we noticed the distinct lack of trains. All the trains were either canceled or delayed. Or worse, they’d suddenly disappear off the ‘next to depart’ screens – a form of commuter roulette where not until the last minute do you know if your train is arrive, has left, or changed platforms. No-one knew what was going on, particularly the station staff, who I do feel sorry for as they’re right on the front-line with regards to angry passengers, and heavy snow.They must have machine support to blow up this snow.
So after a while of waiting for this seemingly-non-existent train (on a platform which must have been below 0 degrees celcius and with an arctic wind bellowing through) the station announcer told us to just get on the next train for London Bridge (where we should be able to get a train home). Ok, then. Sounds like a plan, we thought. We got on the next train. Incidentally this was a train that was on its way to Sandwich, and was already over 2 hours late. After having squeezed on the train, we soon realised this train wasn’t actually stopping at London Bridge at all. It went all the way to Sevenoaks. Where’s that you may wonder. I pulled out my iPhone and booted up Google Maps. When I saw where Sevenoaks was I almost cried. It’s outside the M25! And if to make things worse, one of the tightly-packed in passengers started to sing. Incidentally, this morning I heard that so. So the train trundled along to Sevenoaks, passing loads of stations, which I knew were painfully close to home (that I wished they’d just stop at one of these and let me off). Finally we arrived at a desolate Sevenoaks station. Realising that trains were now becoming scarce we jumped on the first London-bound train straightaway. It was heading back to London Bridge, almost back where I started – a few hours later. Mindful of the crowds at London Bridge, I then jumped off this train at Orpington – a few miles from home. I went out looking for taxis. No taxis. Then the bus. No bus – although we didn’t realise this until having being stood there for 20 minutes. At this time, it’s dark, cold, still snowing, and getting late. The last thing on my mind was building snowmen.