Arrr! A wee blaze be causin' a ruckus at Heathrow, stoppin’ the trains like a scallywag stealin’ me rum!
2025-04-02
Arrr, matey! On the morn of Wednesday, the iron steeds 'twixt Paddington Dock and Heathrow’s Terminal 5 be laggin’ like a three-legged sea tortoise! Aye, the crew be scratchin' their heads, wonderin' if the devil be playin’ tricks on ‘em with these pesky delays! Yarrr!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I regale ye with a tale of woe from the landlubbers of London town. On the morn of Wednesday, a fine day for plunderin’ and pillagin’, the mighty iron beasts known as trains found themselves in a right pickle, linkin’ the grand Paddington Station with the fabled Terminal 5 of Heathrow, where skyward-bound swabs embark on their voyages.