Arrr, London's got itself some fancy new monikers for its overground transit lines, me hearties!
2024-02-15
Arr matey! The current chart be a twisted mess o' orange lines, lackin' proper names or distinct colors. Fear not, me hearties, for this year be bringin' a fine change to that dire state!
Arrr, me hearties! Listen up, ye scurvy dogs, for I have news that'll tickle ye funny bones. As it stands, the blasted system's map be lookin' like a twisted mess of orange lines, aye, without a single decipherable name nor a spot of different colors to set 'em apart. But fear not, me shipmates, for there be hope on the horizon!This very year, mark me words, them clever landlubbers aim to sort out this chaos and bring order to our navigational woes. Aye, they be plannin' to make changes to that muddled map of ours! No more shall we squint our weary eyes tryin' to make sense of the tangled web of orange threads, like a drunken sailor tryin' to find his way home in a storm.
Soon, me hearties, the map shall be transformed into a sight for sore eyes. Clear names, like the treasure we seek, shall guide us on our perilous journeys across the treacherous seas. And if that weren't enough, each path shall bear its own distinguishable color, like the vibrant plumage of a parrot on a pirate's shoulder.
Imagine, me shipmates, a map that be as clear as a calm sea under a starlit night. No more confusion, no more head scratchin', just a straightforward guide to lead us to our desired destinations. Oh, what a time to be a pirate!
So batten down the hatches, me hearties, for change be afoot. This year, we shall bid farewell to the tangled mess that be our current map, and embrace a new era of clarity. Let us raise a mug of grog and toast to the day when we can navigate the high seas without squintin' like an old sea dog with a flea in his eye.
Arrr, me mateys, mark me words – a clear and colorful map awaits us on the horizon, bringin' an end to this tangled mess. 'Tis a fine time to be a pirate, indeed!