Last year, my mate Dave did this trip in a tuxedo because he had a wedding. He took the coach, spilled orange juice on his lapel, and still made it to the ceremony on time. The moral? It doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to work.
You might wait five minutes for a train. You might have to stand because the bus is full. But you’ll get there. Thousands of people do this every single day.
And once you’re at Gatwick, you can look back at the journey and think, “I did it. I’m basically an Olympic-level traveler.”
