Blimey! They've got the RIGHT time!

Where? Actually it's a place where you'd expect the correct time. At a train station. Where clocks are quite important if you got one to catch.

At London Bridge station which I use practically every day you get onto the main concourse from the platforms & there's an escalator in the middle, leading down to the Underground. You walk through some modernised arches, which have small posh shop units on either side, known as 'The Vaults'. I think of it as 'expensive stuff I can't afford', and continue to pop into Sainsburys or Somerfield on the way home.

Hanging from the season is an electronic clock. And it's correct to the minute. Which is fine. The problem is it's out to the hour! I noticed it when I got back from Prague last October, when the clocks had gone back sixty minutes for winter time. I naively assumed they'd just not had time to re-adjust it, and expected them to have done so by the next morning. But the next day became a week, which became a month, which became...two o'clock last Sunday morning when the clocks went forward again for the start of British Summer Time, and now HEY PRESTO it's perfect again!

Incompetence at its best!